Akane's optics lit up, and she leaned in with an almost conspiratorial air, whispering back just as excitedly, "Whoa—so what was it like? Did it taste gross? Did you feel dizzy? Did you get caught?"

Zenkichi groaned. "I am right here and I can hear you, and can we not encourage underage drinking? For crying out loud—Hamuko, please." His tone was half-exasperated, half-defeated.