Kyoko wouldn't really admit to herself she was likely doomed had the fight continued, still. Terra had to be incredibly powerful. The cocky veteran had never actually met a fellow fighter who truly reached adulthood. Of course -- she had every intention of doing so herself. It was nice to see. Someone had managed it.

Looking around at the flower filled garden, she bites a pronounced canine into her lip. Coming from Japan, the girl's idea of tea is a lot more subdued. Kyoko takes the indicated seat, shifting her spear so it leans against the chair. With all the bizarre inexplicable things that she just experienced -- she feels a bit like Alice in wonderland at the teaparty. Perhaps she's simply dreaming.

But then why is it so girly, ugh. She's so out of place.

Kyoko tries to avoid looking at Tempest -- especially since it would mean looking at those cookies. In the end she can't help it though, and is staring at the plate in the moogle's paw.