A series of yawning lanterns lit up for Mob as he entered the aged tea room. It was far from decrepit, but it was rather dusty despite the efforts of one-legged hataki duster shakily bouncing around the room, tossing its silken head against the tatami mat that yawned and unrolled itself for Mob to sit.

The doors to the tea room were closed, but the windows offered a view of the raging storm with the rain now pouring sideways.

"You should take that damp coat off. Ittan-kun, please see to our guest." The teapot instructed, and a large cotton cloth shook itself off, flew from the wall and wrapped itself around the boy as he did.