[He closes his eyes as the music fades out. When he opens them again, he's no longer a princess. Just an idol surveying his audience of one.

And the reaction doesn't disappoint, despite Elan's visible amusement while he sang. Does he like being laughed at? No, not normally. But as an idol, he's good at figuring out what his audience needs, and he also knows what he wanted: something that would lighten up the mood, that's what!]

Now that would be tragic! It'd be one of the absolute worst days in human history. They'd teach it in all the history books: "the day Hiyori Tomoe lost his voice." Within a few hours, everyone would be clamoring to hear from me again. My fans, Elan-kun, my roommates, Jun-kun, everyone! All of you would beg for me to sing with tears inside your eyes.

[He rattles all that off with a self-satisfied look. In reality, several people he knows would surely be glad to obtain some peace and quiet. But he's sure they'd start to miss him if he quieted down too long.]

And that's exactly why I must keep singing. For my fans, my precious family, and for people like Elan-kun ♪ And for own self, too, I suppose.

[Done with that spiel, he sets the microphone down and meanders on back to their table. Is Elan-kun done with his skewer yet?]