[You know what's more awkward than the note that he wrote for the offering? When Shang Qinghua enters the Parlor, he's basically ambushed. All at once, there's an arm around his shoulder and Indulgence is hanging off of him.]

Hey there, pal! Just the guy I was hoping to see. Why don't you take a load off? Oh, and no hard feelings about the whole octopus debacle, right? I didn't think so. What's your pleasure? Water, tea, juice, booze, coffee? Something to keep you awake for days? Something to make you forget? Something to help you sleep? You want it, you name it, I got it. Sit! Sit!

[And he's dragging Qinghua to a booth.]