Things like what, talking to mortals? Nah. [Tsuzuki glances back at the bartender, who's finished wiping down the counter and has pulled out his cell phone, checking it in casual obliviousness to his two customers.]

He's forgotten we're here already. It doesn't really matter who we talk to, most of the time.

[Casting a sheepish glance at Jae-Ha, he takes a swig of his drink. The bite of the salt on the edge softens the bitterness of the grapefruit, and he savors the mouthful for a moment. He usually doesn't bother to talk people through mixed drinks. Beer or sake is quick... just not as good.]

It's not a great idea to come hang out on the Near Shore like this just because ayakashi sometimes show up, but as long as we're not here 'til closing it should be okay.