It's a type of fruitcake that won't hurt anyone. I had some once when I boarded the wrong airship and ended up on a different continent back home.

[She doesn't even realize that her story is a little terrifying or that she used the word 'airship' instead of airplane.

But! Moving forward a few days, freezing time for a few hours, stepping back a day, making one day longer, making two days shorter, and then finally finding time for this meeting to happen, Azusa receives the text. She tells him that she's able to receive him and where to head.

When he arrives, the Astrologians will guide him to a side room Azusa's reserved for the week. When he enters, he'll find she has a desk with star charts, a crystal ball, Tarot cards, tea leaves, all sorts of other miscellany, and...snacks! The booze is hidden away, of course. There's a couch, chairs. She's got a pretty cozy life going on, considering she appears to be reading a fashion magazine.]

Really? Wimples are so out they're in? I can't believe that... [Munch, munch... ... ...] Ah! You're here! Come in, come in.