[ Is that a little butterfly kiss pressed to his finger? Cute. Manjiro is a strangely cute man, for what he is, for who he is. A sweet tooth and an affectionate streak. What could he have been, if he were in different circumstances? Maybe he'd be something entirely different, working at a bustling bakery instead of peddling drugs.

Oh, well. The same could be said for any number of them. He grins and presses a kiss to the crown of his head - feeling daring, not that he ever doesn't - before hopping clean over the bar. ]

Now that is interesting. [ He turns his back to Manjiro as he starts to scan the bottles at his disposal, fingers alighting on them one at a time as he starts to figure out what he wants to whip up. ]

It's not common here, you know. It only just started. And only to some -- bring that up to some of the locals here, and they'll look at you like you grew a second head. They'll treat you that way too.

[ Bottles chosen, he gets to mixing it together. ]

That happened to me too, the other day. I was out shopping, and this tapestry disappeared right out of my hands. It was the strangest thing. [ He pauses, grabbing a scoop of ice and eyeing it like he's terribly interested in the whole process. ] Did anything strange happen, once it disappeared? Or was it just... poof?