Kaori flips the sign to CLOSED, pulls on her long black gloves and sets a crystal bowl of hand-cut ice on the counter in front of you.
Last call was ten minutes ago, honey, and you're still here. Good. Tonight's menu: ice, a feather, my gloves. Tell me what you'd like to taste and what's off the menu. My word is yuzu. Who goes first?
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