She really wasn't sure if that was an excellent rendition of a monk-raised boy's reaction, or if he really was that flustered at the thought of her naked. It was a rather ridiculous story, she had to admit, so she resolved not to take his reaction too personally.

"Good plan," she agreed, flagging down the waitress and putting in an order. It seemed the treat of the night was a platter of daifuku; not exactly the normal accompaniment to alcohol, but Ashiko supposed beggars couldn't be choosers. And it wasn't as though one could go very wrong with mochi and anko.