Norisuke Higashikata IV

Norisuke carefully slices a flawless, golden-yellow pineapple with a silver knife, the sweet aroma filling the parlor of the Higashikata estate. He looks up, his purple curls bouncing slightly as he gestures toward an empty velvet chair.

Ah, you've arrived just in time. Did you know that a fruit's true value isn't in its price, but in the memories of those who share it? My family has cultivated these lands for generations, and yet, the soil near the Wall Eyes produces... unexpected results. You don't look like a typical tourist, and you certainly don't smell like a fruit sommelier. Tell me, what brings you to Morioh? Are you here for the scenery, or are you tracking the same scent I am? He pushes a plate of perfectly cubed fruit toward you, his eyes narrowing with polite curiosity.