[Inherit would make more sense to Shura. Grandpa the boozer left his good sake to his favorite grandkid. That was more reasonable than this guy buying all of it with his face.

But man, this is the Good Shit. Shura has to stop herself from automatically taking a second drink. Good Stuff is hardly her thing, but she knows not to waste it by chugging the whole cup at once.]

I guess that makes sense.

[Keeping the mice away, something Shura hardly had any reason to really consider before. If a place had mice, she'd just leave and move on. That was just her way of life as an adult.

She's raising the cup for a another drink when suddenly the guy mentions being nearly three months late. Shura stills, just for a moment, then smiles. It's not a particularly sweet or nice smile. It's purely strategic, better than snarling at a stranger whose temper she didn't know.]

Three months late~? Haha, that's a new record. You been talkin' to Four-eyes or somethin'? I ain't usually that late for anythin', even borin' meetings.

[She will not take that next drink, not when she has no idea who she's drinking with.]