Mitsuru blinks, then looks at Sam a little quizzically.
"Yes. In Japan, it's illegal to drink alcohol if you're younger than twenty years old."
The answer to her question doesn't make her feel any better, unfortunately. The last thing she wants to be is the butt of someone's joke — god or not. "I see," she says, frowning slightly.
There's a pause. She doesn't know why she's thinking this, or what would even move her to ask, but—
"This may seem like an odd question, but what year was it for you, before you arrived here?"
She's already guessed that wherever this is now, it's far in her own future... and the way Sam looks, is dressed, talks has begun to make her wonder. (It would certainly explain why his Japanese sounds so strange.)
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"Yes. In Japan, it's illegal to drink alcohol if you're younger than twenty years old."
The answer to her question doesn't make her feel any better, unfortunately. The last thing she wants to be is the butt of someone's joke — god or not. "I see," she says, frowning slightly.
There's a pause. She doesn't know why she's thinking this, or what would even move her to ask, but—
"This may seem like an odd question, but what year was it for you, before you arrived here?"
She's already guessed that wherever this is now, it's far in her own future... and the way Sam looks, is dressed, talks has begun to make her wonder. (It would certainly explain why his Japanese sounds so strange.)