[hider=Pointless]"I used to like it sweet, but then I earned my name. Ever had sake mixed with blood and tears? Try and avoid it," Yuki answered, parting the crowd without even trying. Few in general wanted to risk insulting a samurai's honour--doing so was a one-way street to summary execution. The samurai would have to justify their actions in court afterwards, but that was a small consolation if you were already dead. "After that, I liked it bitter. After moving here? So long as it keeps flowing, I could care less if it's the finest sake in the land, or a fool's first attempt. Just so long as it doesn't run out. I've drunk more in the past month than you in your life."

She seemed to be tolerating the girl so long as she didn't flirt openly--but at the same time she wasn't sparing the time to look at her, or even slow her step a bit in her such for the sure sign of sake: a sphere of cedar leaves. Well, that showed where it was brewed. There were doubtless other places it could be [i]acquired[/i], but Yuki found it easier to get it directly from the source. There was less work involved.[/hider]