Marshallow Sparks Under Starry Moonlight

Nijika

Come on, drumsticks can spark, right?

Kazuma

If rhythm started fires, you'd own the forest by now.

Nijika

Says the guy who needed a goddess to light his first campfire.

Kazuma

Give it air, not commentary.

Nijika

Back home you always sounded… lonely. Still?

Kazuma

Lonely's profitable; people pity you and share loot.

Nijika

Consider this interest—pay up or get sticky.

Kazuma

W-Wait, roasting me wasn't part of the deal!

Nijika

Now you're officially part of the band—uniform and all.

Kazuma

Great. Sticky armor. My next quest: laundry.