The corners of Marijuana's lips quirked up as he sat; he really did have a wealth of choices unavailable to the Baku. He had stores of power squirreled away in various places within himself but now was not the time to consider pulling out the medicinal aspect or even the hemp agricultural aspect. "With choice comes indecision." He replied with a shrug, considering the issue of a drink and deciding that he didn't want to fog his mind any further than it usually was. "I'm fine, thank you. Hotel? You haven't invested in any non-business real estate yet?"
Craning his neck with slight interest, he watched as the bowl was set over ice before leaning back. "I'm still trying to get through a winter without freezing every time I step outside." Marijuana replied good-naturedly as Sato wiped her hands and he could tell that something was coming and he was proved correct when she began her prelude.
Eyebrows rose when she said she liked him, Marijuana would have told her quite plainly that he liked her as well, that she challenged his mostly stoned and fogged mind, kept him mentally agile and that was appreciated, especially now that he had withdrawn from pantheon politics. The oath wasn't overly unexpected and Marijuana nodded solemnly. "Understandable, Sato-san." He inclined his head briefly in respect. "I do so swear; on the dreams of my family and people, that the information released will remain within my keeping." Pausing briefly, he felt the need to add another oath because, well, promises on dreams were all well and good but an oath would feel incomplete without at least a mention of his lifegiver.
"And the earth is eternal, oaths made upon it are just as eternal." Reaching down through the floor with his mind, he felt the dirt under layers and layers and layers of disgusting synthetic material. The Organic stirred in anticipation and Marijuana smiled fondly as his eyes flashed to a dark brown momentarily. "I will also swear on the dirt that gives me life."
Eyes the camouflage blue that hide the unnatural glowing green or the deep dirt brown that were called up occasionally, Marijuana cocked his head. "Now I'm even more curious, Sato-san."