[He nods in acknowledgement the once, but makes it look as though he was retrieving something from under the table (he didn't, but he'd hidden a pen in his sleeve for that cover) before he shits back down. Sorry, he's far too used to being a spy. Even if his hair makes him stand out like a sore thumb in most gatherings.]

Just Takeshi is fine, my lady. [He smiles faintly, an amused glint in his eyes.] And it has, considering preparations for the Festival.

[Speaking of which, he taps a finger to the folder in front of him, before sliding it and the notebook over toward her. Now that she's close by, she'd be able to tell it was the same notebook he pulled out when they first met.]

Work's kept me busy, what with how many are buying items beforehand. Just in case.