Ah ha, finally someone is playing along. This is how this sorta thing was supposed to go! Instead most people just pummeled him before he even truly had a chance to paint a scene. Red eyes lock on to the other man, and he offers a chuckle.

"Sensei. Ginpachi-Sensei. Mrs. Gibson was the one with the limp in her leg. I have the limp in my eyes," he motions at his glasses for the other to take note of his droopy eyes, "I hope your poetry skills have improved more in that years than your cognitive recollection, huh? If they have, maybe I'll even pour some sake for you, huh?"