Turning about, you continue wondering just where that little blob of ectoplasm ran- or rather, floated- off to. Countless possiblities enter and exit your mind, but one thought makes itself prevalent among all these worrisome dillusions.

Nyom... is a ghost. Ghosts can't be hurt, right? Right, ghosts can't be hurt.

Shrugging off those thoughts of your absent companion, you turn once more to see Eliza now sitting down, chewing a piece of the odd yellow stuff. Her head rests against her hand as her eyes look down, thoughtfully. Gingerly you make your way over to the table, sitting across from the maid, leaning your head forward so you're sure that you catch her attention. She instinctively looks up, and you take this opporitunity to go ahead and speak before she does.

"Eliza." You pause, thinking back on what just happened, and what Eliza had said to you in the hall. "...I have a request."

"Hmm?" Eliza's eyes brighten up a bit, and she looks at you quizically. She finishes off her bite of the odd stuff before she speaks. "What would that be, Master Aoi?"

"..." You merely stare at her for a second, then smile, continuing to speak.

"Eliza, I'd really appreciate it if you avoided calling me 'sir' from now on."

She looks at you half-confused and half-concerned, and once again speaks.

"...Why is that, sir?"

"..." Brushing off the fact that she insisted on calling you sir once again, you continue. "I introduced myself to these people here as a woman, not a boy."

"...Ah!" Eliza claps her hands together, smiling warmly at you, as if she had just come to an astounding conclusion. "I see. You'd rather not confuse them while we're here, right?"

You nod, smiling as you do so. "Yes, that's just right!"

After gulping down the last bite of her food, the maid stands, pushing her chair in. She looks at you for a second, that same smile on her face, then gives you a quick bow.

"Very well, then. I'll just take these- " She reaches down, picking up a few plates and stacking them on top of eachother. "-and meet back with you later, if that's fine."

You nod, and the maid makes her way into the kitchen, carrying the dishes with her as she goes. You sit back down, only to catch yourself thinking once more. Your thoughts drift to that white blob, Nyom, and a silly idea enters your mind. Why not try calling for it, as if you had telepathy?

"Nyoooom..." Placing your fingers against the sides of your head, you begin to play the scene out in your mind. "Nyom, can you hear me? Come here, I'm in the dining hall. Come to meeee..."

A minute passes with this quiet atmosphere, and then you give up on your little game.

You drop your fingers and laugh inwardly, raising one hand to your mouth as you do so. Then, a noise catches your attention. More importantly, though, is the feeling of a familiar marshmallow-like substance touching your back.

"Myo~n~"

Turning, you're once again met with the sight of your transluscient friend, only it's really there this time. You reach out and embrace the blob, holding it up against your body. The warm feeling of its soft, white surface covers your arms and chest.

"Nyom! You're back!" You swing from side to side, cradling the now blushing blob. It really does seem happy to see you again, even though all it can 'say' is "myon".

"...Nyom?" A voice speaks up from behind you, and you turn to see Lunasa pointing at your little friend. "You mean that ghost you're hugging?"

[ ] "Wait, you can see it?"
[ ] "W-what ghost?" Stop hugging Nyom. "There's nothing there!"