"Kids these days, am I right," she said as she settled in and bowed appropriately to him. Oh, that scent. So sweet and light. It was the smell of properly made, light sweet rice wine. Relaxing a little, she let him take the lead in this conversation, keeping her comments easier and less invasive. Basically, if she could support the old man as he spoke, then it would help him goad along.

"They've got no respect, those punks. Don't know how to take their frustrations out and take their time. Always rushing, always rushing. They keep squawking in the district, you know!" he was saying as he watched the wine being poured and drained it.