( There's a small grin at that, a nod. Norimune is appreciated, even if their relationship already is a little ... strange, given what Samatoki remembers versus him.

He orders two drinks, then; whiskey-soda. Doubles. )

Hope that's okay. I think ...

( Samatoki pulls a face, contemplative. )

I think we drank some sake, though. Can't remember. The bar was a little ... limited in that city.