Si deus me relinquit,

At least that bloody music has ceased. [Ciel is currently eating a parfait. He idly sucks on the spoon, obviously enjoying the treat; though his face is blank of expression.] What was the point of that relentless cacophony?

[He finishes his dessert with a sigh, setting his spoon down.]

Oddly enough, I miss the gatherings in London. [He doesn't miss dancing, however.] I would like a speck of normalcy. [Even if it is annoying.]

{Private to Riff.}

Are you feeling better?

{/}

{Private to Cain.}

I hope things have returned to normal for you.

{/}

{Private to Merry.}

Do you like dolls?

{/}