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Guy | … |
Azami | Good work today. |
Guy | Izumida? It is rare to see you here. We’re not open yet… |
Azami | Yeah, I know. I was passing through the area and just wanted to stop by. |
Guy | Could I get you some orange juice? |
Azami | …Hey, don’t treat me like some kid. |
Guy | My apologies. Then, take a seat and I will be back in a moment, if you will. |
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Guy | Thank you for waiting. Here is some Chinese tea we just got back in stock. |
Azami | Oh, it has a nice aroma. Thanks. |
| …Hm, this is pretty good. |
Guy | I am glad you like it. |
Azami | I couldn’t help but notice, are you making xiao long bao? |
Guy | I am. I am practicing the arrangement of some items Mr. Li will be serving at his stall. |
| Since you’re here you can help me with a little taste testing. Here, try. |
Azami | …It’s delicious. |
Guy | I’m glad. I plan to take them and get Mr. Li’s opinion tomorrow. |
Azami | Speaking of Mr. Li, I noticed at practice this morning that you’ve got some really impressive core strength. |
| I haven’t been sparring lately, so I feel like my body’s getting weaker. Would you mind helping me out with that? |
Guy | Not at all. However, I think it would be best to receive Furuichi’s permission before we engage in any training together. |
Azami | For real? I don’t need that stupid four-eye’s permission. |
Guy | Welcome. |
Homare | Gooood evening. Oh, it looks like Azami is here too! |
Azami | So it’s Homare. |
Homare | It’s exceedingly rare to see you here at the bar, Azami. Come! Let’s sit and have a drink together! |
Azami | No thanks. I’m literally underage. |
Homare | Aww, alright. |
| Anyway, before I try today’s special sake… |
Azami | Huh? What’s that? |
Homare | It’s just what it looks like, a kiseru. It’s a long pipe used for smoking tobacco. |
Azami | You smoke, Homare? |
Homare | Fufu, of course not! I bought this for our performance. |
| I just happened to find it while window shopping. It’s specifically a Chinese kiseru. |
| I was thinking it’d be a marvelous prop for our play, what do you think? |
Guy | It certainly matches the aesthetic I think we are going for. |
Homare | And I am sure it would match the costumes. |
Azami | Yeah, it’s fitting. |
Guy | Well, perhaps we should bring it to the director and get her opinion first. |
Homare | Alright, we can show the director tomorrow. |
Guy | Indeed. Since you bought that kiseru for our play, please take this as a sign of gratitude. |
Homare | Oh my, what’s this? |
Guy | It is called “Chinese Mafia.” |
Azami | That’s really the name of a drink? |
Guy | It is the name of a drink made with whisky and apricot sake. I learned about this recently. |
Homare | I see, I see! I am happy to be of service! |
| …Hmm, this is actually quite good! Oh, I can feel the poetry spilling from my lips! |
Guy | Is that so? |
Azami | You start bawling when you’re drunk, Homare. Please don’t overdo it. |