"The Tanabata festival was for a departed friend." The old man smiles. "I'm not sure which event you're referring to. I don't get out much except to find food."

The demon pauses. He brings a finger to his chin.

"Then again," he continues. "I tend to find myself investigating some riddles. Still unable to find the rascal."

Chin Yisou's expression is leading. He forgets fairly easily these days. Yet, perhaps that's because he needs to keep himself busy.