Tiara
"I suppose so."

*Yakaiyo graciously accepted the towel, drying her face and hair, before dabbing the towel onto her wet clothes. She would deal with it later; perhaps hanging it to let it dry.

"Any... Sake? Or sochu? Or maybe plum wine; that's a favorite of mine I haven't had recently."

*Then, Yakaiyo recalled Horace's earlier statement.*

"You said bed. Were there two beds in the room? Or only one?"
Louise
How is this always the consistent plot twist lmao
Harold
"Hm. Abit exotic and expensive for the region, but they might have something."
*Horace saunters over to the wine cabinet, which was more of a alcohol closet with the variety it held. Carefully, Horace scans the box, drawing his finger from bottle to bottle before finding one.*
"We're in luck. Looks like they just had a new shipment of Sake. Remind me to buy some Plum Wine when we get home."

*The elf fetches the bottle, an obvious culture swap from the rest of the clear glass bottles. He then swaps to the cupboards, passing through till he finds a few fine china for the occasion. Two sake cups, old, paint fading, and threatening to be chipped.*
"Not as good as I'd hoped. Let's get to the room shall we?"