[ She sees that face, and she makes one right back at him. ]

Honestly? "What the hell" is probably the best way to describe it.

[ Her tone is deeply, deeply long-suffering. What the hell, indeed. ]

It's just... a very special time of year, where people break the fourth wall right into your face, there's weird little mini versions of Oda Nobunaga running around, with added Shinsengumi? And friends? A couple of years ago, there were honest to god flying saucers zipping around. They've been back every year since.

...I know that all sounds like some kind of fever dream that I'm saying to get one over you, but for real, I wish it were just that.