[A nasty laugh wracks Matoba’s body.] That "kitty" is not a cat. Letting yourself be dragged around by something that low-class is pretty sad, you know.

[But whatever, Natori is the expert in wearing shameful behavior like a badge. He ignores the daggers from both Natori and the stall-runner, who reluctantly and eventually acknowledges them with a grunt.] What? I paid for it, [He scoffs as the menus are tossed at them, a Sutoku Lieutenant and a Tamamo nobody, both nothing impressive to an oni, both humans with the stench of exorcism. He takes it, and then stares at Natori’s question like he’s stupid.]

… A flower. [Squint.] Have you been drinking?