>Are we even of legal drinking age here?
>Whether or not that is the case, have we or any of our friends here engaged in said, that we know of?
>Putting aside, for the moment, the fact that it's still the start of the morning
>Smile a little awkwardly
>"I'm afraid I'll pass."
>Of course. You've partaken before. Even to excess.
>Of course. The only one who hasn't, so far as you know, is Patchouli, and that's only because her parents have forbidden it.
>This is also true.
>"I'll have some of that!" Nitori calls out, jogging into the room, the annoyed looking blue-haired man following behind her. Though, now that 'he's' closer, and affords you a better look, you see that it's actually a woman, merely one whose 'obvious' assets are much less obvious than other women's. Plus she looks rather masculine when she's scowling.
>"I could use a mug of that myself." she says to Suwako as two more women emerge from the bedroom, these two being Reimu and Kohaku, both carrying metal tankards. Kohaku takes Reimus from her and offers them both to Suwako.
>"Help yourselves!" the little blonde declares as she retrieves a dented tankard from a tote box next to her. "Plenty more where that came from!"
>Kanako, catching your look, gives you a slight smile. "This I'm afraid is how Suwako greets the neighbourhood when we move."
