Kyuden Shika

Hm. Glad I ate light earlier, Nesshin thinks.

I wonder what this surprise is for later.

Nesshin does, in fact, attend to his lantern.

Truth is, he's having trouble thinking on what he regrets.

Sign of a life well lived?

"People take their pleasures where they can," Nesshin says. "And some have...balked at the attentions of some of the geisha here, I know." He takes a bite, chews, swallows. "There's a staffer here who's an excellent masseuse, for example, but mentioning as much to...one person elicited an...adverse ...

I'm having a low-grade freak-out about my documents.
Gonna sign off for a bit.

The server speaks to the lightly fried ginger tofu atop a green salad with a sesame soy treatment. Nesshin nods to it, shrugs at the Kitsu, and says "I receive it humbly." He adds before digging in "One of the younger staff here has taken up an interest in dance and has a talent for it, if you'd car...

Nesshin, whose player has been busy with things, does what he can to follow the exchanges.

He does...decently.

"We all face such things," Nesshin says. Then, shifting the mood, he grins. "All the more reason to enjoy what we may while we may!"

Light refreshments are served.

Nesshin chuckles and nods, his player making a calendar note.

"I have been working to that end, myself," Nesshin says, honestly. "I've no desire to have my kin caught between clapping Hands, after all."

Nesshin takes the indicated seat.

So that's the Kasuga, he thinks. Might be fun.