"Iyaaa, betsuni," he waves it off, fingers curving around the bowl of his cup. "This is the time to drink hot drinks with arms bare to the wind; to heighten the contrasts while both can still delight." Sighing a little, "The bitter greys will come back soon enough, ne? Best to breathe the autumn while it's here."
"Uses." A short laugh. "Doesn't everything? But some tools are highly priced, ne, and the real cost is never coin, is it?"