“I’m flexible, as long as it isn’t milk or some of the watered-down beers I’ve had the misfortune of tasting.” Subaru took a mouthful of stew. The car ride didn’t do anything serious to the taste, with that span of time of lack of constant heat, luckily.
“Oh, same old, same old. Going to class. Working on papers. Wondering when on earth you and another solve a little enigma.” And omitting how he’s been watching the neighborhood for any possible signs of Black Organization action. “Anyway, there are many types of organized crime. Drug rings tend to be less sophisticated and easier to tackle in some regards.”
To the wet bar Hakuba went, reaching into the small fridge underneath to retrieve sealed and chilled bottles of water, two glasses, ice, and the bottle of scotch from the cupboard. “Yes, yes on the drug rings, and, ah… hm.”
The detective sighed, setting the assorted items on a tray, then carried it back to the table. “The little enigma, hm? It’s a tricky one, I’ll give you that… mostly from the overwhelming list of possibilities. Who has a potentially deadly secret to hide? Who’s in disguise as they go to face their death?”
He opened the bottle of scotch and poured one for Okiya, then for himself, then got himself a bowl of the stew.
“And where, I wonder, does our information line up enough that it’s safe for me to share? I know you can’t disclose yours, and I don’t feel comfortable disclosing mine… though, at least this room is safe to discuss things in. Complicated impasse. What to do?”