The dinner table was ready. The hosts and the guests took seats on pillows and the feast began. Tamie was elated when she saw many different sorts of sushi on the table. She began eating, and, to Kokuyo’s and Byakuya’s surprise, used chopsticks, unlike her friends who used forks instead.
“You can use chopsticks, Tamie-san?” Kokuyo blinked in astonishment – it was rare to see foreigners use Kenshinese chopsticks so adroitly.
“Mhm!”
Tamie nodded, much in a Kenshinese manner of saying ‘yes’. She had already taken on the role of a Kenshinese culture professional. She put a large piece of sushi in her mouth, expressing complete delight. Seeing her joyful mood, Kokuyo chuckled:
“I should’ve expected it from a person who knows our culture so well. In your book, *Demon Lord’s Sorrow*, you use
