Then I am very sorry for the loss of the shoes. If you'd like to have a funeral to mourn them, I would completely understand. [He says this very earnestly. While he's teasing a tiny bit, he also would absolutely hold a funeral for an item of clothing. Huaisang thinks it's reasonable to mourn things that you've loved, even if they are inanimate objects.

Picking out a mellow, floral green tea, he pours some into a prettily carved wooden scoop, takes a deep breath of the scent, closes his eyes with pleasure, and then holds the scoop out for her to smell and approve.] Do you like this one?