Momoko smiles and preens, just the slightest bit. "I'm used to it," she says simply. "A true Lolita has at least three outfit changes each day." They're still inside but she flicks her parasol open anyway, enjoying the feeling of security it gives her. "What's a martini?" she asks absently, moving towards the door and assuming he'll follow. She doesn't really know much about alcohol and has never really cared to look into it before. She only knows that martinis are alcoholic thanks to movies.