"It is. Suzume-san's got a wealth of historic stuff to work into modern idioms. It's like a scattershot documentary of Rokugani folk traditions." She pushes one of the drinks his way (whatever he might have requested when she messaged him via communicator) while sipping her own orange and sunshine yellow layered Blazing Tail. "So the dancing...a lot of modern stuff won't fit so well, but you might like the precision of some of the older forms. I realize I didn't ask if you'd danced much, actually."

"I hope your day's gone well, so far, Kuchiki-sama."

Mumei nods, the flashing red and green lights picking up flashes of green in her dark eyes as she spoke, hands gesturing gracefully "Suzume-san's talented. I mean, that's why the Miya tapped her, I imagine. Not many other Sparrow out here otherwise." Listening to the shamisen for a moment her focus drifts inward to what she might compose to such a tune. "If you're at all interested tonight, I'm happy to show you a few things that work with this style. Even if that may not come up very often."

She thinks a moment about his question. "Other than making a tea, flinging robot? not horrible." She offers a wry smile. "Kind of a lot of meetings talking about..." She leans a bit closer to avoid having to speak over Shion's stories and shamisen. "Has Kuchiki Tsugiharu talked to you about what's going on up by the Mori shrine?"

"Probably some wisdom there." Hayato returned, his eyes shifting towards the woman's drink. "Want another one? I don't think you'll have any more dancing in store this evening."

"Not that the music isn't any good, just doesn't fit the enrgy of this place."

Mumei nods, perfectly happy to leave that topic for a different space. Good enough to know the word has spread. She briefly considers whether to offer warning about the mushroom zombies...but honestly it seemed very unlikely that the Spider had any intention of adventuring near the wreck/shrine, and it was probably better that they could claim absolutely no knowledge of that problem if/when it came to broader attention.

"Being well trained is a very good counter to inhibition, I've found," she chuckles. "lacking that, drinks are a reasonable substitute." She sips at her own drink, rather liking the sweetness tonight. "Did you end up keeping your little bot from the competition?"

"I'm not much of one." He admitted waving the bartender over and ordering the woman another drink. "But it seems like a waste to go to the club and not dance."