While Watanuki was busying himself with lunch preparation, Yuko continued to laze around the room. Finished with the pipe, she began to long for a bottle of sake. She scarcely called out for Watanuki when she felt an ancient presence. A presence with a strong desire like the way she always felt from her needy clients.

"Are you going to show yourself or you're going to wait for something magical to happen by itself?" Yuko challenged.

Answering the challenge, a demure figure appear like a mist from the thin air. She had such a sad look worn on her pale sharp face. Her pretty brown eyes were red probably from tears. She wore a beige dress from the west dated back in the forties which matched her long blonde hair perfectly.

"Such a solemn complexion," Yuko watched in delight. "Yes? Anything you want?"

"Yuko chan," Watanuki emerged from the kitchen innocently. "Lunch is ready. We run out of - "

"Eric!" The mysterious lady now fully visible, lunged for Watanuki.

Watanuki stood very still, completely astonished by the embrace of a stranger. She began sobbing and repeating the name 'Eric'. Watanuki slowly turned his head to Yuko who did not seem to bother.

"Err…Yuko chan?" He pleaded for some help as the girl made no intention to let go.

The tall witch finally stood and bellowed, "It is rude to have entered somebody's house and behave inappropriately."

"Oh?" The potential client took a few steps away from Watanuki. Her pale face had a new pinkish complexion from embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. My name is Marionne Anette. I've traveled past four centuries for him."

Watanuki gawked at disbelief. "Me?"

Just what I needed, Yuko thought to herself. She wanted to speak to this Marionne alone. "What is it that we ran out, Watanuki?"

"Huh?" His face turned emerald. "Misoni. We ran out of Misoni."

"Well," Yuko raised an eye brow. "Go get them!"