So I was sitting in history class the other day, and I felt bad that I was so vague about how the opera glasses work. Modern binoculars use a prism to focus the image from both lenses into one picture you see, whereas older French military binoculars I've studied (I imagine that Eclair would have a vintage pair of French opera glasses) would be like two periscopes on your face. They have finely ground glass lenses and no prism consolidating their images into one.

Also, while there is glass made of quartz, it is used for more industrial purposes as it has a way higher melting point, though this also makes it more difficult to manufacture. There are silicon-quartz synthetic processes and such to make it, but I don't know too much about it. It's not really used in glasses like Eclair would have. Her lenses are made from melted sand, and Ed would be able to make glass from sandstone deposits or something idk.

In the last chapter, I also mentioned that if something is "not a metal, not [Ed's] expertise." That's not quite true. Ed is specialized in stone and metal, but he also has a strong foundation in biology, anatomy, and anything relating to Human Transmutation. As glass is made of the same components as stone, he would technically have expertise in the area. The reason the information stopped there is because I'm an idiot and wanted to stop writing. I'm probably better at editing than writing… that's probably why this huge-ass author's note is longer than a normal chapter.

Anyways, nothing is changing in the story's update "schedule," chapters come out as I finish them, and don't get more than a rough edit. I'm posting this A/N because I felt really bad about my errors in the previous chapter, which, I admit, was shorter than I wanted it to be. My chapters are short because I procrastinate a lot, and if they were longer they would never get released smh. I tried really hard to make a long chapter for y'all to apologise for this super-long A/N... Anyways, I appreciate all the support and reviews! It makes my day.

TL;DR: I explained my shortcomings in the last chapter. Nothing is changing updatewise, I just wanted to explain some things I messed up.

Tamaki returned home as normal: in a stretch limo with a flute of sparkling cider held listlessly in one hand. The vehicle rolled to a smooth stop in the Suoh Second Estate's driveway, and Tamaki dreamily got out. Not stopping to admire the perfectly raked gravel path, or the large decorative fountain cheerfully adorning the front of his mansion, he plodded unhappily up the stairs, through the large double doors, and into the foyer, an army of maids bowing and bidding their Young Master "Welcome."

Tamaki made a beeline for the stairs, greeting Shima with only a nod. The old maid nodded back, apparently not annoyed enough about anything in particular to drag Tamaki off and give him an earful on her grievances. Tamaki had never been more grateful for the adequacy of his staff.

Finally reaching his bedroom, Tamaki plopped down at his desk, sighing as he pulled his notebooks out of his bag. Ignoring his Foreign Language notebook (it was his best subject, as he was already relatively fluent in English), Tamaki moved on to math. As a calculus student, he had been staying afloat, but it was a drawn-out struggle as he fell farther and farther from a perfect grade. Currently, he was hovering at a low yū, barely above 80%. Pulling out his notebook, a loose page fluttered to the ground. It looked to be a normal assignment, calculating the volume between the x-axis and an interval on a graph, if the section was rotated around the x axis. Tamaki grimaced.

Buckling down to start the assignment, he saw, to his relief, that the assignment was done. In pen, someone had gone through the tedious calculations.

Tamaki hesitated.

If someone had already done his homework, when had they done it? Why had they done it? At the top of the page, someone had signed his name, but instead of 環, the kanji for "Tamaki," messily scribbled in Romaji was "Suoh Tamaki." Not "René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine Suoh," or "René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine," but Suoh Tamaki, the name he used among his friends.

Placing the completed assignment neatly on top of his math notebook, he pulled his flip-phone out of his pocket. Dramatically flipping it open (without looking, of course), he hit the 1 button, then call. Speed dial sure was convenient!

Putting the phone up to his ear, a series of differently pitched tones were rapidly played in his ear, before the familiar sound of a phone ringing replaced it. There was a muffled click halfway through the second ring, and Tamaki relaxed. If anyone could explain the events of the day, it would be Kyoya.

"Senpai!"

"Haruhi?!" He must have hit 2 instead of 1, connecting him to his Daughter instead of Mommy.

"Are you OK, Senpai?!"

"Aww, does my daughter care about me~?" Tamaki cooed, the prospect of Haruhi's affection melting both his heart and his nervous demeanor.

"You scared us."

Tamaki was silent, his Daughter's accusatory tone bringing his confusion surging back. "Um, Haruhi... what happened today?"

There was silence from the other end of the phone.

"Haruhi?" Tamaki prompted her, anxiety worming its' way into his voice.

"I think I need to ask you first."

"Um, well... I woke up today in the Host Club, in the parlor by the dressing rooms... It's kinda hazy, but the next thing I know I was entertaining guests. I dashed out because I was late for a meeting with my father. Things haven't been adding up today. How did I get to school? When did I read the Wikipedia article on Aurum- um, Gold? I meant to call Kyoya, but I ended up calling... well, you..."

"I'm going to add Kyoya to this call," Haruhi said decisively. "I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but he... Well, he's the one who would know the most. Not that we really actually know anything..."

"Haruhi, I don't understand." Tamaki's voice was small, not at all like his usual, boisterously charming flirtations.

"Tamaki-senpai, have you ever heard the name Edward Elric?"