[When Masumi's trick does the work and the spirit relinquishes the clothing it pilfered, bargaining doesn't seem like the worst idea. Can kitsunebi even be called an interesting trick?

Having no intentions of letting Masumi "get ahead" of her, as if they're rivals or something, she turns quickly, averting her gaze. She's defensive of her own performance even if there's no reason to be.]

I'm looking for "A pattern that reminds me of the sea I'll never see." [Her fingers pass delicately along the cloth lining the rack. It had seemed easy at first: Just find a color close to water. But none of the materials actually seem right upon examination; nothing captures that sense of longing in Carol's eyes.] Hideously sentimental, isn't it? How disgusting.