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Observe, if you will, a boy and his pygmy puff, settled together at a table near the Bar, playing Battleship.

Or, rather, not quite playing. They've got the board set up and one side ready, but the pieces on the other end are all still unfixed. Because, clearly, Momiji can't torpedo his own puffball, and, anyway, the puffball in question would have trouble putting those little pegs into the ships. So, Momiji is just sitting around, wearing what he takes to be a captain's hat, while he waits for a dastardly opponent!

He's being very enthusiastic about the waiting.

"Are all our ships in place, Major Puff?" Momiji exclaims chipperly, practically throwing his hands up in the air.

The custard-colored ball just hops enthusiastically, as if to confirm this fact.

"Alright, then! Avast the mizzenmast and prepare for battle!"

And the puff bounces off to the other side of the board, circling it a few times. Presumably, it is trying to find a proper mizzenmast.

There are not any around.

Battleship, anyone?