"You seem to an experienced business man. Do you always set up trade deals so easily?"
Mariko had caught up with him again, now carrying a furoshiki package, containing some mochi cakes, and a roll of purple silk.
"I used the opportunity to do some shopping myself. Purple is a good color to wear in autumn or early winter. I might paint a decorum on the back of the kimono. How about some kind of flower? It would give a nice contrast ne? And this..."
She held up the package wrapped in cloth.
"are mochi cakes. Small cakes made of sticky rice. The insides have differend flavors, usually of various exotic fruits. I bought a whole bunch of them so we have something to eat during the play. Don't ask me what the different flavours are, because I didn't ask. Guess we will find out."
She looked on her handheld computer, which she kept in her obi. Only one new message from her sister titled: お姉さん、あなたはわたしの扇子ありましたか？ Instead she looked at the time. Only 10 minutes before the play started
