Re: Location - Dining room (waited on by Noctis or NPC)
Hannibal was the one who'd asked the question about refusals in the first place, but Zoro didn't bother to get into it. The truth was, he was too surprised by the order to bother. It was twice as difficult to show in a face with only one good eye, but the lift of Zoro's eyebrows should do it. If Lecter here hadn't been to Japan, he'd done some homework about Japanese cuisine.
The girl in the apron had taken out a notepad to scribble on, half-containing an uneasy, quizzical look of her own - the menu was new to her, after all, and few slaves around here spoke Japanese. She started to turn to place their order, but Zoro's hand grasping her elbow stopped her.
"We have it," Zoro supplied. They'd only ordered a few bottles, in case actual Japanese clients or those who'd lived there came in, but they had it. "How do you take your shochu? Straight? Roku? Mizuwari? Oyuwari?" Like scotch, real drinkers knew the way they preferred to have it served and why.