A boy named Sous

Dammit, Momoko, stop being all sad-face! Priestly didn't do well against sad-face!

"Right. Well, setting aside the fact that you two are pretty much the worst spies ever -- pro-tip: don't get into a loud argument about tentacles when you're trying not to attract attention! -- spying on people? It's kind of considered impolite in this world. Like, historically people were hanged for it. It's stalker-y, and about the worst first impression you could possibly have made with my girlfriend." He held up a hand. "Who I am happy with, when I'm not being spied on. You don't know Tish. You don't know what we've been through. So if you really want to make sure I'm happy? Go home. Maybe after she's calmed down, you guys can come back and meet her for real. We could hang out. But not right now. Just -- go home."