"Wow, you really know all my intentions. That's a bit scary," said Dmitry.
"What can I do? Sometimes I get bored and gather all the information from my physical bodies," Kame said, finishing her coffee and raising the cup, handing it to the cherry tree, which took it back to its original place, washing and storing it. "But I'm sorry to inform you, after all the suffering you went through to find me, that I can't grant you any abilities. I really wanted to see you using my adaptability."
Dmitry took the last sip of his tea with milk and raised the cup. The cherry tree's trunk appeared, carrying a jug and refilling his cup. "You know the meaning of the word 'Kame,' and you're also an ancient turtle who's gathering information from other worlds purely out of boredom."
Dmitry ate the last of the macarons, looking at Kame. "Couldn't you tell me the truth?"
"It seems I'm not the only smart one here," said Kame.
