Shiori held out her hands in front of her, catching the fluttering pink petals in her open palms. She grinned, tilting her chin up to catch one on the bridge of her nose, then upsetting its balance by chuckling.

"Oh," she uttered, looking back between the two male Yokai in disappointment, "We missed it?" Curse these shoes, so difficult and slow to walk in! She shook off her disappointment and her eyes lit up eagerly once more, "What is there to do after the ceremony?" Hm... come to think of it, the tree would be free to climb, now... there was an almost greedy glint in her eye as she considered that thought.

It wasn't long before the trio were technically back in Tu Shan, the winding path leading up to the village was long for humans, but yokai lived for centuries and in the grand scheme of thing it was but a brisk walk between Tu Shan and the Ōbokeyōkai. "Most yokai aren't allowed at this particular ceremony. It wouldn't do to have the Bakufu angry with my Clan, and the Onmyoji frothing at the mouth for a chance to earn clout." Touhou's reply was pragmatic, but not necessarily thoughtful. His thoughts were occupied with what was in his pipe, and the remaining bits of the ceremony.

"Yes, it seems I managed to escape the most boring parts." The fox smiled slyly, it had been accidental but he was certainly glad for it. "Speaking of your area, be sure to come get me for Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons); I've been meaning to go a little wild. All work and no play makes for a very dull Kitsune."

Shiori's comment clarified the old matchmaker's thoughts a bit and he furrowed his brow in concentration. "There's still a reception going on under the Kǔqíng shù, if I'm not mistaken, something like Sake, and a feast. Though, there's also the Yokai Okashi Omise (Demon Candy House) and uh..." Touhou's thoughts clouded again as he took a long pull from his pipe before exhaling, the smoke forming an 'O' shape as it passed from his mouth. "The Antiku Kojo (Antique Workshop) is also worth a look, if you're into the kind of stuff, rare finds often pass in and out of their hands... The Hidzuke Le (Dating House)? Since you're a lone yokai, maybe you'd find a Clan worth joining there."

Gesshou-san tapped out his pipe, it wouldn't do to get lost in the past right now, before sliding it back into his sleeves and replacing it with his Sensu (Folding Fan). "I suppose it's really up to where your interests lie, the Kurai Tsuki Guards may be willing to entertain a sparring or magical lesson, if you're more the violent type."

"Hyakki Yagyō? You should come, the Nurarihyon is leading it this month, all through Japan." He said with a slight huff. Every month, he travelled with the main Yokai population of Ōbokeyōkai all throughout Japan to wherever they stopped- he had no choice not to go as one of the central people of the village.

After that, he followed along without much of a word. He already knew everything that was being safe- it wasn't his first time going after all. The Okuri Inu simply walked along with his arms crossed. "Sake is pretty much one of the only reasons worth going." He piped up after. Itami did have a love for any form of alcohol.

Shiori's eyes widened, overwhelmed by the choices laid out before her.

"A feast," she echoed. Her stomach growled loudly. The sound scared her, making her yelp and bring her hands to her belly in a panic. Her brain scrambled to piece together what that meant. "What is inside of me?" She asked fearfully, face pale, before the knowledge finally made its way to her. "Oh. I'm... hungry..." her face flushed red and she burst out laughing. That laughter soon collapsed into wheezing and she staggered away from the pair, dying. "I am so stupid," she gasped. She had to wonder if every Yokai went through such a rough transition to existence. How much was she supposed to know and how much was she supposed to learn? She coughed and waddled back. "I, uh, I smelled food at the festival. I think I'd like to try that, first." She looked over to the Okuri Inu with a curious smile, "Is sake really that good?"

She brought her hand up to her chin and raised her eyes to the sky, wondering aloud to herself. "Perhaps I should go Hidzuke Le afterwards and learn about the different clans. That could be fun! Though I... I'll probably just annoy them..."

Touhou nodded, listening to Itami, and hiding a wince behind his folding fan at the mention of the Nurarihyon. The haughty Yokai was always barging into Tu Shan with his servants and eating like he owned the place. It's not cheap, and his tab is in the millions by now. Well... maybe it's time to show him how annoying an unruly Yokai can be when it's during HIS procession. The fox spirit nodded, "I'll definitely be there then. Oh! The Chūnari hannya prepared a special brew of Umeshu that's got this spicy after kick! Best sake I've had all decade. Blows that Sayuri Nigori I've been drinking out of the water."

The main gates of Tu Shan rose up before them, the guards giving Touhou a short nod, a show of acknowledgement for his guests, before resuming their stoic and motionless post. They passed the Hidzuke Le, Yokai Okashi Omise, various Yatai and their diverse Yokai owners, and many guests and residents enjoying the Clan's small city. The blossoms from the Tree of Bitter Love were scattered everywhere, and Kitsune children were making a game of collecting them. "Yes, yes! We called in the best Gyokuto to prepare desert, as Nobukatsu-san is said to have a sweet-tooth. The rest is of course all prepared in house, by members of the clan who have been master chefs for at least a century. There are certainly worse first meals to have."

A large Torii led into the festival grounds underneath the kǔ qíng shù, and the feast had already started with fervor. The Jorogumo bride, and her human lover sat at a separate table, with their backs almost touching the Tree of Bitter Love. Touhou found it odd the Tree had accepted their vow, he had thought she'd eat him before long, but the Tree had yet to be wrong. A Tōfu kozō ran up to the Kitsune and his companions, offering him a Bento. "Perfect," Touhou said, taking the bento from the Yokai and offering it to Shiori. "Here you are, have a taste, and feel free to help yourself to anything else from the banquet tables."

There were almost twenty large banquet tables laid out, with various traditional cuisine, but the Matchmaker simply headed to a nearby Kotatsu, and settled in, thankful for the charcoal brazier's heat. Another servant Yokai rushed to the Clan Head, bringing him a Tokurri and several choko. The old fox poured himself some and drank, letting the warmth spread from the inside as well.

Itami looked around without much of a care. The whole atmosphere made the Yokai feel ever so slightly sick. As a more... Chaotic Yokai, the Okuri Inu had a disliking for anything that felt loving or peaceful. Soon enough, the younger yokai found himself sitting down on the other side of the Kotatsu like the fox. "So, Fox, how's life been treating your old bones?"He questioned, leaning back onto his right arm.

He felt no difference in warmth as he got a servant to bring him some random sake over. The dog didn't care what it tasted like. He looked over the scene around him and mentally gagged. It seemed quite westernised in contrast what Yokai normally do- at least from what he had seen before- and that was probably because of the human presence (in his honest opinion).

Fixing his gaze upon the liquid he held,the Okuri Inu drank and let the intoxicating presence run down his throat.