I suppose so. The stories that we carry all desire to be told in some small way.

[ Artemy can’t help but agree with what he says, but adds: ]

Careful that they don’t take a life of their own and the audience decides to warp it to whatever narrative that they desire, though.

[ His tone of voice is not spoken as a warning, however, but gentle teasing. He tips his chin up as he makes a gesture with it toward the yokai milling about and grumbling to themselves.

A pause as he tugs lighty on his kimono. ]

Thank you. My dearheart chose it for me. They have a much better eye than I ever would have for clothes and patterns. [ He chuckles. ] And I would be a fool not to take you up on a free drink.

But I’ll make it whatever you are having. [ A beat. ] A good way to get to know one another is to see what the other likes, hm?