Mrs. Jiutiao placed the glass in front of him, "Sea bartender, a whiskey cocktail."
"Actually, I'm a sea pianist," said Dubian Che, politely, "The bartender went out on a date with a mermaid, so he asked me to fill in for him. You can tell by what Meiji is drinking what the situation is now."
Mrs. Jiutiao chuckled twice and said lazily, "Okay, pianist, but before you play the piano, could you mix me a cocktail?"
"I suppose I could."
"Just add some orange juice, soda water, lemonade, or any other kind of sweet liquor or beverage—as long as it's drinkable. I want to taste something mixed by someone who doesn't know anything about drinks."
"Then perhaps it can't be drunk."
"The Jiutiao Family heir in cahoots with her son-in-law to murder the Jiutiao Family Master on the Pacific Ocean?" Mrs. Kiyono said with a laugh.
"That will be tomorrow's newspaper headline!" Dubian Che began mixing the drink.
