Fleur Potter was sitting at her sweetheart's side, twirling the second most precious thing in her life: a knife made by her husband. As her darling read a book on her left, she decided to ask a question she had been meaning to ask since her accident, "'Arry, am I pretty?"
Harry, confused said, "Yes."
"Even with my mask off?"
Even more confused, he asked, "What is going on?"
With a depressed sigh, she asked, "What do you know about Kuchisake-onna?"