Dancing Fox Inn XI: The Menu's Made Up and the Drinks Don't Matter

[Recaiden]

Someone comes looking to find the fox.

As one might expect, it's Leah, looking fully solid. She's smiling, attempting marginally well to look confident and poised, and rather dressed up; hair washed and styled in elaborate loops, wearing a sort of suit (which she picked because no one at home knew how to tie a necktie properly) and her fanciest sandals, no magical armor, and with only one weapon on her person, a tiny derringer in her coat pocket.
She's also carrying a single azalea flower.