Sakuramoria

The "maid" narrowed her eyes suspiciously, took out the price list, and spent a long time comparing the serial number and the item's name. "Yes, it used to cost that much," she finally said. "But you have to understand that this item is no longer for sale... However, as a friendly gesture, let's say seventy-five." "I'll have to reformat the prices into a more acceptable format..."

And this figurine – yes, it's a perfect match, and I understand your interest... But it needs to be placed on a table, and we don't have anywhere to put it?

Futaba thought that perhaps, yes, it would be disrespectful to place such an important old man on a shabby desk or windowsill. Here was a good idea for the student council – to place bedside tables, even if they were discounted, in the students' rooms. Of course, the director would object – instead of spending even a small amount on the development of the "leading academy in the country," she would rather put it in her own pocket. But perhaps, by gaining the support of the masses, and maybe even some of the teachers, such an idea could be pushed through... Lost in thought, she didn't answer the question, but mechanically took the money and processed Varvara's book purchase.