[Nobody expects the pickle inquisition, apparently?? Subete has certainly been knocked at least a little off-kilter at this point, given all the fashion flourishes, alcoholic appetizers and miasma mansion melees of the day (and it still isn't nighttime, somehow), but he's always been able to react on a dime even if the reaction itself is questionable.

A quick shake of his head and he gives up and drains the rest of his wine. It's not elegant and it's not doing the wine any favors either, but this conversation needs either less or a whole lot more alcohol, and guess which one he's going for.]

Getting ambitious, are we? I can't say I know where to find an izakaya nowadays.

[Any more than he knows what the current business trends are, clothing or otherwise, or even whether the tsukemono would taste anything like what he might have sampled years and years ago on a different continent. The sardonic tinge to the words might come from all of that, or he might just be rolling the pickle wordplay and timing around, eyes bright and considering.]

Well, I just don't like owing debts, that's all. Vitality or not... It's always good to start with a clean slate.

[Whatever is starting. Probably a lifetime, or an extra body time, or who even knows at this point.]