"Bell, and Dream... Got it." The courier reaches out and drops the shot into the pint glass, letting the dark fluid blend with the light. "And it may be unrefined, but I've always enjoyed these things... there's something pleasant to me about a drink that's survived almost a hundred years. Plus, they make for quite a good buzz."<br/><br/>She winks and takes a sip, and remembers her offer to Bell out in the main room.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose when Bell gets in the two of you would like to drink one of these with me? Or are you guys not allowed to drink on duty?"<br/><br/>Another sip, as she lets her eyes wander around the little room. Part of her is nervous... She's basically leaping off of a rooftop blindfolded, hoping that there'll be someplace safe to land. She's already committed to a second meeting with the Sake Bar's tender, though, and might as well see this one through.<br/><br/>"So, Dream..." She says, shaking herself out of her reverie and returning her attention to the much more pleasant view at hand. She shifts idly in her chair as she once again becomes aware of her body's reaction to the smells in the room. "If I could ask, what is that perfume you're wearing? It's... delightful, to say the least."