Nayuta: Satozuka.
Kenta: …
Nayuta: Oi, Satozuka.
Kenta: …Hm? Oh, Nayuta. Did you call for me?
Nayuta: Don’t just stand around here. You’re in the way. Move.
Kenta: Oh, sorry.
Nayuta: What’ve you been looking at?…Wine?
…
Kenta: For the record, I wasn’t thinking about having a drink during the day.
I was only reminiscing about a festival they hold at Odori Park.
Nayuta: A festival? That has nothing to do with wine.
Kenta: Not necessarily. There's a wine garden there.
Oh…that’s right, that wouldn’t be very relevant to a minor. You’ve been to the festival before too, haven’t you, Nayuta?
They hold it when the weather begins to warm up. Many people look forward to it.
Nayuta: I don’t care about that.
Kenta: I thought you’d say that.
You should go to the wine garden once you turn twenty.
You’ll be able to enjoy wine and food made from Hokkaido’s very own ingredients.
Due to the varying differences in temperature and low humidity, they’re able to grow high-quality grapes for the wine.
I’m sure you’d have a great time.
Nayuta: …You don’t stop talking.
Kenta: Isn't that the usual?
…Actually, I’m not sure I’ve ever talked to you like this about anything that wasn’t related to music.
Something like this can’t hurt every now and then.
Nayuta: I have no interest in that.
Kenta: We’ll stick to the music talks then?
If that is what you wish, then that's fine by me.
Nayuta: …Hmph. I’m going to my room.
(Nayuta leaves)
Kenta: He’s the same as ever.
…
After talking about it, I feel like having a drink. I’ll search for a store that sells wine made in Hokkaido.