"That's a good question for ... well, many of the events here. Planned or unplanned." He wrinkles his nose, then gives her a bright smile so that their conversation seems completely mundane to any onlookers. "Don't worry," he murmurs, tone carefully modulated to not draw attention. "There are ways around it."

Alcohol is hard to come by in this place, but certainly possible. At this rate, he's going to start brewing his own.

Blinking innocently at her doubt over his ignorance, Huaisang regards her in return. He certainly looks out of place in the cheery environs of Uliveto's. His long black hair is topped with a crown-like hairpiece and an intricate braided bun, while his bell-skirted dress makes him distinctly androgynous, especially in the strictly-gendered world of Santa Rosita. "I'm from Ancient China," he explains, completely earnest.