"Oh, it's nothing, anyway, it's not like we're handling the case."
He placed the glass bottle on the table, crossed his legs, and leaned back in the chair to digest his food.
Taira Sakurako, a deft pickpocket, swiped the glass bottle. She went out with Minamoto Tamako today and had some gains.
Turns out the convenience stores in Hokkaido recycle glass cola bottles, and each bottle is worth fifty yen. She thought this was a business opportunity and planned to resell the glass bottles to boost her little treasury.
"That's what you say, but... but..."
Minamoto Tamako couldn't come up with a coherent argument, so she tried a different angle to get Fushimi Roku back into the discussion: "Aren't you curious about what the truth is?"
"Isn't it just one of those three possibilities?" Fushimi Roku wasn't curious at all. After all, when you know the answer in advance, it's no fun.
