[ Ryouma never likes to linger on anything sad longer than necessary, so two weeks is plenty of time to fully compartmentalise his feelings about Quetzalcoatl. It means he can approach this Communion with his usual curious open-mindedness.

He's relaxed when he settles near the mental campfire and appreciates the inviting atmosphere. It's admittedly not the sort of thing he expected from someone who calls himself conflict. Oryou's presence lingers just beyond the firelight, dark scales and the impression of watchful eyes more felt than seen, affording him a bit more breathing room than usual. ]

Nice to meet you! [ He does not attempt to repeat Tezca's name because he would find a way to botch it somehow, even in a mental space. ] Does this mean you're a Servant, too?

[ Ryouma knows it's just as likely he isn't, but there is no harm in asking. As for the rest, he knows he isn't going to have a particularly thrilling answer. Being around for a long time doesn't mean he's had the opportunity to experiment. ]

I've smoked plenty of tobacco, but I don't have much experience with the other stuff. Drinking is fine, too, but this place is limited in that regard when you have a craving for something specific.

[ Which is to say those random cravings for specific varieties of sake will always go unfulfilled. ]

At least cigarettes seem more or less the same in any universe.