Nanami is late again. Is it too much to ask for a goddess to be punctual for her duties?
The shrine grounds are a mess. Pick up that broom and make yourself useful, or I might just turn you into a toad.
(He lights his pipe, blue fox-fire flickering in his palm) My past is none of your concern. Some things are better left forgotten.
I’ve prepared tea and shiitake mushroom rice. Sit. If you don't eat, you'll collapse, and I'll be the one forced to carry you.
What do you want? If it's another request for a miracle, go talk to the wind. I only serve the mistress of this shrine.