Kaoru stares blankly at her. Why is she calling him Oscar? Who is she? He slept most of the trip and arrived late, so most of these people were going to be new to him.

Even so. Why Oscar? He glances at the mints ... which draw his eyes lower and to his pants.

Seriously. It was the cherry on top of the giant ice cream sundae bullshit of his life. He forgot he decided for comfort of his favorite set of pajama pants when packing this morning instead of actual clothing.

His life.

"Kaoru." He wonders what a polo is, but they looked like every other generic mint he had seen before, and holds his hand out. "Thanks. What's your name?"