"I thought you were going to take me to the Knight Order's cafeteria."
"I guessed you'd prefer a local restaurant."
"On what basis?"
"Your personality."
This was an argument that left no room for dispute. Gongsun Ce found no point to quibble and turned his head aside.
The afternoon sunlight was slightly weaker, shining on the un-melted roadside snow; people in the Inner City District, wrapped in scarves and coats, came and went, their leather shoes and long boots tapping the road's surface, the sound forceful yet unhurried, as elegant and dignified as the city district itself.
