We can serve on the rocks, water mix, or soda mix.

The lacrima in an open square? Yeah, that's right.

This lacrima isn't just big, it's also damn hard!

I know! As long as we're here, let's wash our swimsuits!

Because you're a foolish beyond imagination person... ...with a satiety center such that you've been stuffing your mouth day after day... ...with the rice and vegetables you received from Kinumi as well as drinking Kinumi well water. That's right, isn't it?

Right y'are. Like my pa always said, "When shite can't swim, it blames the runny water."

Heard of one other method that could work. Curse could be lifted via her reflection, say, in a pool of water.

Cold and splashes... Umm, a rhyme, rhyme… "Cold and splashes, wave crashes."

Yes, a cart drawn by sewer rats does seem unlikely. And since boats don't leave trails… it amounts to fuck all.

Well, you see… I been infantry all my life, so I'm not one for water. And my lungs ain't what they used to be, so… yeah.

The stores are running low. We'll need to water down the milk again. Besides, don't want the little darlings getting fat.

You know, you're a fun person to drink with. I know this great little place where the wine flows like water. We should head there.

Maybe some other time I'll reveal your destiny, hmm? Tea leaves, palm reading, crystal scrying... Oooh! Maybe trepanning? Ha ha ha ha.