zenitsu.

[oathic]

Comments

[oathic]

[leading!!]

So what do you like to eat?

[swordflash]

Peach is the cook, isn't she? I'll eat anything she's made.

[oathic]

Not a picky eater, huh?

[swordflash]

Not really. I'm an orphan, so I'd eat what I could or was given. The stuff Peach makes is really good, too.

What about you?

[oathic]

Nah. Food is food—it's all good.

[swordflash]

What's your favorite?

[he might as well ask while they head over. small talk keeps his mind off of things he'd rather not think about, too.]

[oathic]

I don't really have a favourite... though dried persimmons are convenient, since they can come in a bag.

[swordflash]

Were you traveling a lot before this?

[oathic]

You could say I've done a lot of travelling. But nah, that's not why. It just makes it easy to eat in bed!

[swordflash]

Seriously? What are you, a patient? You'll get the bed dirty.

[oathic]

Yeah, that's fine.

[swordflash]

No, it's not. Who do you think cleans that bed? It has to be Plum. Don't go making more work for her, you slob!

[oathic]

Oh, I don't eat in bed here. It's not even mine.

[swordflash]

You shouldn't be eating in bed at all unless it's medicine! Eat at the table with everyone else! Everything tastes better when you do, anyway.

[oathic]

Mm... that sounds nice, but let's just say that doesn't really work with my lifestyle.

[swordflash]

Why not?

[oathic]

I don't really live in a "dining table" type place.

[swordflash]

Well, what about here? There's even a time when the food gets served. Look—we're going to be eating together right now.

[which may or may not end with zenitsu's biting his tongue [off].]

[oathic]

Well, I guess you're right about that. Then, I'll enjoy this shared meal with a new friend!

[zenitsu no]

[swordflash]

New friend? You mean, me?

[oathic]

Yeah, of course.

[swordflash]

But we've just met. You don't even know my name, do you? And I don't know yours!