[D7, Lunch, CLOSED] A Date in the Dojo

She offers up the riceball, hoping for the Crane to take a bite. She has a cup of her own in the other hand. She listens to the declaration, with the solemnity of it and the weight she knew Fuyuko put behind those words. She doesn't show it, except in her eyes and her smile. Feelings she cannot speak, cannot put to words or song or action. She trusts that Fuyuko will simply know how elated she feels, how overjoyed she is. How she feels this each time the Crane speaks those three simple words.

She frets all of a sudden, thinking about the little things.

"You know, it occurs to me we know so much and so little about each other," she says. "We know the big things. Our scars, our traumas. But it feels like we skipped that stage where we're supposed to learn about smaller things. Like what your favorite food is."

She keeps her calm at the biting of the riceball. And then Fuyuko gives her answer and Hisui's first three responses come in a cascade. First, she blushes as red as the blood drawn during an iai duel. The second, coming rapidly after the first, is the mistake of biting into the same riceball Fuyuko just took a taste of, with all the implications thereof. The third is an attempt to calm down in the face of the teasing.

She almost prays to the Lords in thanks at the serious answer that comes.

"I'm partial to tofu. So soft, so white, and seems to go with almost anything," she says, nodding. Still red. Still flustered. Was she teasing too, or was that a serious answer? "Anything you'd like to know about me?"

Well, that kiss certainly didn't help make the blush die down. No, it just makes things worse. So she retreats into the same riceball, now a little less than half. Hisui does tend to have a bigger bite. She doesn't voice out the thought that Fuyuko was much like good silken tofu --- good enough to have on its own. After all, that should be obvious.

"No. But you did tell me to try it once, one of these days," she answers, tapping a finger to her chin in an attempt to distract herself and stop blushing. "Who introduced you to coffee?"

She's enjoying this. That was the only explanation for Fuyuko's teasing attempts to keep her blushing.

"She sounds like she cares about you greatly, which is easy to do. I hope she sees I'm trying my best to take care of you, if you decide to introduce me to them." As she ponders nervously at the prospect of meeting Fuyuko's family, she remembers something from long ago. Probably the only rumor she actually heard in full, rather than actively avoided. "Wait, you were the student the rumors said was living with a Doji sensei?"