[Is sitting cross legged with her hair back in a plat and reading Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, there is a big pile of books on one side of her and another cup of coffee on the other side of her]

[Turns a page] I think he’s planning something that I won’t like, two cups of coffee and all these books?

[Frown] Definitely suspicious.

[What appears to be a small section of a garden is here: carefully tended, flower-sprinkled grass surrounding a sakura tree in full bloom. Marluxia is sitting beneath the branches of said tree, reading through what seems to be a report. There is a small stack of similar-looking documents beside him.

Oh, and don't mind the giant Venus flytrap nearby.]