Urahara entered quietly, and stood looking down at the pair. "Well," he finally said, "you win. I'll pay up. But I never thought you could do it. How did you do it?"
Mandor shook his head. "Really, Kisuke. This isn't the sort of thing a gentleman discusses."
"I'm no gentleman," Urahara pointed out.
Mandor gestured. Steel balls drifted into the air, and a silver flagon appeared floating amid them. "The very best milk. Now, if you'll excuse us . . ."