Instantly, she perked up. “Rice? Oh, that’s perfect! Rice with furikake is my signature dish!” Nevermind that the rice cooker did all the work and the furikake was store-bought–if the boy wanted a meal, he hit the jackpot. “Are you hungry right now?” She’d explain masochism to him if he wanted anything more complex than a salad.
{ 白; } Shiro blinked at the sudden display of enthusiasm, but didn’t think too much on it; he’d long since accepted that humans were strange, so it wasn’t terribly shocking. “Yeah, I could go for some food.” Although if she wanted payment in return for a meal, she’d have to find someone else because he had no money whatsoever. Maybe he should start picking up the loose change he saw laying around in the street. “Thank you, miss.”
