They sat in their yukata across from their friend. In transience, they had torn the green goblin with a club to ribbons with blood spatter in their bodice armor. I and they sat beneath an elm tree with milk-tea and lemonade scones. I dipped my lemonade scones into my milk tea and let the scone soak in the milk-tea before eating the scone. The autumn leaves fell quietly onto the blanket that colorful afternoon spent beneath the elm tree.