"I imagine it wouldn't be! Thank you for clarifying."

Mayuko looks towards the bar. There's no one on it at the moment, so the back is visible with its spirits and assorted decor.

"There is one question I've had about the area-- where is that one from?"

She gestures to the fuzzy orange mascot perched--looming--from one of the alcoves. One year of patronage in, and no-one has explained Gritty to Mayuko. The shame.