Midsummer's eve, 2040, seating the guests
There’s a right way and a wrong one. Kyoko still preferred an orderly world like that even though Urufu had made her accept that most questions couldn’t be answered that easily. At least in this case there really was a right way. They were seated according to name plates neatly laid out on each plate on the table. So there was a right seat, and obviously several wrong ones for each and every of them.
They’re funny that way, Kyoko thought. Not a scrap of paper planning this party, but then there are papers telling you where to sit.
Despite being unrefined Swedes certainly made organization into an art form. There were also unwritten rules that had to be followed, almost as elaborate as back home in Japan. Different rules. Strange rules.
There were ways things were supposed to be done and then there were ways things were really supposed to be done. Swedes were an oxymoron, because they managed to be rigidly open minded.
An elaborate ruse. An illusion of the unrefined. Urufu, I understand you a bit better now.