[She watches the chopsticks for a moment, nodding. Those, at least, she can figure out. They're close enough to how a lot of cultures eat, that she's seen. She mimics Aerith's gesture, thoughtfully chewing the tofu. It's a new taste, and she's not entirely sure what to make of it. Words to describe it simply fail to materialize. Huh.]
[Now, the alcohol, on the other hand, she can find words for. She takes a sniff of the liquor in the glass, swirling it a bit. Then she lifts her glass.]
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[Now, the alcohol, on the other hand, she can find words for. She takes a sniff of the liquor in the glass, swirling it a bit. Then she lifts her glass.]
Do we toast?