[rin won't be much help. still, she welcomes herself up close to kija easily (close enough, you could say, to press against him in her golden gown) and cranes her neck to read the poem as well. she can't help it—his beautiful reading of... frankly perplexing words grabbed her attention.

—oh, without asking, she'll reach over with a hand and rest it next to his on the slip of paper, holding it straight.]

Ah. [unfortunately, she has no idea. her brow furrows.] It must mean something. Maybe if we read it again, it'll become clearer.

[so, rin proceeds to recite the same poem—slowly—in a slightly imperious and feminine tone. this causes even more people to look at them like they're filthy. someone offers as an angry aside,]

Hey. You two will get more thrills if you jerked his gherkin, just saying.