A flying slug. [ Susato confirms in a light laugh, largely unfazed by comparison, but she is rather charmed at Ryunosuke's understandable surprise. ] We saw them last year as well around the same time, once the cold settled in. Father liked them, too, at least the white ones like these.

[ She definitely got a vibe of 'can we adopt it' from the grown man, but let's not talk about the red ones.

... ]

They are an annoyance because... [ SIGH ] ...Well. Simply try to take some steps away from me now and you'll understand.

[ The little slug, meanwhile, does a cheerful spin as it cries out, its voice way too small to be heard properly without some concentration: Fuwa, fuwa!! ]