"A bitter chaser should help cut the sweet." While he's talking, Spades pops a bowl of edamame in the microwave just behind the counter. "Pisang Ambon...Dutch, if I'm not mistaken." He hums, grabbing another shot glass. "Why don't we stick to Europe? Gammel Dansk should clear it right up."

In no time at all -- before Kou can even blink, really -- another shot glass of alcohol comes to a neat rest right in front of him.