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Do you have any food allergies?
Nuts or fruits, for example?

[ there is a reason for this... just go along with it. ]

[Is this reason to secretly poison him???]

Not that I am aware of.

[He certainly could be but he won't remember it.]

Why?

[ hate that that's the first thing he thinks of, but also she is not surprised. ]

I'm trying out a new recipe and I'd like your opinion on it.
That is, if you're brave enough to try.

[ perhaps if she frames it like a challenge, he will bite?? hm. ]

Oh.

[That seems...reasonable.]

Why do you say it like that?

[Yeah...maybe that got him a little. What are you trying to say, Shinobu?]

No reason, just that I can't be certain these will be good.
Who knows, it could prove to be poisonous to you.
Fortunately, I am a doctor, so should things take a turn for the worse, I will be there to help.
I understand, however, if you'd rather not take the risk.

Well that's a comfort.

[Why do you have to make it sound so dangerous??? At any rate, the fact that she frames it as if he's some wilting flower annoys him!]

But fine. So long as it isn't fish.

[Blegh.]

I can promise that there won't be any fish today.

[ but tomorrow?? who knows. ]

Stop by the safe house kitchen in ten minutes.

Very well.

[He'll be there in five minutes, thank you very much. Whether or not she's fully to be trusted, it won't do good to look like a fearful kitten when going to meet with people. There's being cautious and then there's being frightened. An emotion many would attempt to take advantage of once they think you're weak.

Does he think Shinobu has a reason to trick him? Not particularly. It seems, in these conditions, that it would be foolish. But that doesn't mean he lets his guard down.

When he walks into the kitchen he does so fairly casually, considering, though there's an ever present stiffness to his shoulders that doesn't go away regardless of who he's speaking or meeting with.]

[ there's no reason for her to trick him for nefarious purposes, not when they're all in the same boat, so to speak. but as many have told her, and as she has learned over the years, trust is always earned rather than given. no one said she couldn't have a little fun here and there, though.

but anyway, as he walks into the kitchen, he will first be hit with the smell of tea and cookies baking. there's not very much variety in the way of ingredients, so it's less elaborate than the treats she would make at home, but she makes do with what they currently have. he'll find her seated next to the oven sipping from a mug of tea, glancing over her shoulder when he comes in. ]

Ah, you're early. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a moment, there's still a couple minutes left before they're ready.

[Being "hit" with the scent of tea and cookies can almost be a literal statement with how it feels when it registers — with the way he stops in his steps, tilts his chin up by mere inches, nostrils flaring briefly to take in more of the smell. He gets lost for a moment in an earlier time, small, feet against stone as he watches the baker with half hopeful eyes. She rolls her eyes at him and huffs as if put off, but still outstretches a hand hand filled with a small pastry. Her gaze is hardened and stern, telling him that he better keep quiet without actually verbalizing it.

His reaction is momentarily delayed, but he eventually walks further into the kitchen, less tense than he had been seconds ago as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms.]

I've nowhere to be.

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