You can't prove anything, Koutarou. Shhhh.

Togusa holds the door open for Koutarou, and inside, one of the reasons Togusa loves this place so much, he can just fall into his home language of Japanese. The hostess smiles and leads them to a pair of seats at the long bar, so they can watch the food as it's made.

Hitori off the clock has a much more relaxed side to him, and there's a tension that he's been holding in rolling off his shoulders after Founder's Day. The complementary tea arrives quickly, and Togusa wraps his hands around the cup. "How did you end up liking the festival, overall?"