[She tucks the bundle of coasters beneath her arm and picks up a diffuser to examine between her fingers for a moment, but there's a glint in the crimson of her eyes, and in her smile.]
You want one?
[Hardly giving Mitsuru a second to answer, she places it the palm of her hand.]
no subject
You want one?
[Hardly giving Mitsuru a second to answer, she places it the palm of her hand.]
My treat.