oh, so we're being dramatic now?

Hattori, as always, came when called. Tenshi did not seek his audience often and thus he saw no reason to deny her. He does not spend a lot of time at the Bay, but he appreciates the open air all the same, the way the smell of the sea fills his nostrils as he pads his away across the sand towards Tenshi. Who appears to have prepared something, it seems. Eying the fish spread and sticky rice, he arches a brow in a silent question As though to say: what is this?

He would be a fool and a liar to deny the skill required to put together the selection. The fish are cut slither thin, and the rice holds firm despite its moisture. It is food he would have eaten back in Nihon, but he knew for a fact the same could not be said of her. The mountains were cold and rugged, such delicacies were not commonly available to her people, least of all after what happened to them. He debates the deeper meaning of this offering as he stands in front of her, silver of his eyes lingering on the food a moment longer before shifting to Tenshi once more.

"Speech"