[ Again, Gen needs a moment to process things -- even with his sheer bulk and his robust liver working hard, his brain's still lagging by a second or two after all that alcohol. And then, after a hard blink he clarifies: ]

I meant making it so fancy. Booze, party, games, that painter. You could've just made it simple.

[ Because yeah, he gets that some sort of orientation session for the newcomers is a good idea? It's only the fact that Misa and Lottie had put so much effort into it that confuses him.

But more importantly: ]

Xishen? You been talking to her a lot or something?

[ His face crinkles with distaste as he says her name; he's never stopped being angry about her involvement in the ceremony during their arrival here. Gen huffs, grabs one of the final shots left and throws it back; it keeps him from getting mad and also helps her finish cleaning up so two birds with one stone, right? That said, his voice is markedly more slurred when he continues. ]

What kinda trouble was she talkin' about?