"I'm not sure where you would teach me if we planned to stay sober," Ashiko pointed out. "It isn't as though there's a river nearby, after all. The nearest one is...maybe four or five miles to the east, I think. I mean, unless you were planning on sneaking into a farmer's property." But no, Iori was a good boy, wasn't he? He wouldn't suggest something like that.

Ashiko perked up when their plates were swapped for a platter of sweets, and the teapot was traded for a tall bottle of sake and two saucers.