[Moon 8:Morning - Distillery] Er... Hello? (open)

[Shiba Nozomi]

She wasn't really much of a drinker herself, usually. A hand comes up to hide the smile that is threatening the edges of her lips. "A-as you say, Is-Isawa-sama. Eto..."

Her feet shuffle a little and tiny hands slowly grasp a bucket. "I sh-should probably go m-make sure nobody's soiled the sleeping q-q-quarters, now, th-though. The wind, y-y'see..." She makes a slight flicking motion with one hand that moves from her stomach upwards and wrinkles her nose.

[Isawa O-Washi]

"If they think it's bad today, wait until the storm that some of the crew swear is coming rolls in..." The Isawa shook his head, sympathy clear. "If someone makes use of that, you don't go messing with it yourself, you go and get one of the eta...it's what they're for." He gave her a stern, big-brotherly look. "You can find them in the aft of the hold, most of the time, or by the bilge hatch."

[Shiba Nozomi]

Nodding in understanding, she clutches the bucket to her chest, after checking it was currently clean, of course.

Ducking her head in a bow, she murmurs just before heading out the door,"S-hitsurei shi-shimasu, Isawa-sama."

(unless stopped)
/exit

((shitsurei shimasu- see you later/bye when spoken to a social superior))

[Isawa O-Washi]

"Carry the Fortunes."

After she'd gone, O-washi turned to study his still contemplitvely.

"Liquid courage might do that one some good, at that..."

/scene