The Fool has been loathe to admit to himself that he has become beholden to a professional schedule of any sort, being far too free of a spirit for such things--and yet he has to admit that fetching new supplies or delivering the smaller of his commissions to patrons has become his afternoon occupation. There's something comforting in the mundanity of the work, given the state of flux gripping the rest of the city.

He lets himself back into the cafe, absently threading some long golden hair back behind his ear, and then pauses at the sight of the odd stone. It stares at him. He stares back. Huh.

"Klaus?" he calls out mildly, then crouches down to consider the new addition to the shop with interest. It seems he hasn't quite noticed Yuuko yet.