[Such honesty! He laughed as well, finding his happiness infectious. He was not responsible for Jiroutachi, so why should he care how much he drank?]

Hey now, I can't drink, but I make the best brews. Like Beethoven, except with beer.

[He wiped the hair away from his face and thought. While he knew he had enjoyed gardening, brewing beers and cooking for his family, none of that appealed to him now. It just seemed like a waste of time. When faced with this stark change, he just shrugged.]

I really like this hot spring. Wish I could stay here forever.