It didn't take a lot of deduction on Rukia's part to know that he probably wasn't a big fan of the plan. Best to keep it to herself for a while, then, she thought, and willingly acquiesced to the change of subject once he returned to the table.

"He's well," she responded, sitting back and resting her hands in her lap once more. "I don't think he's changed his mind about chocobos. He seems interested in making some of the recipes his little sister used to make." Beyond that, though, she really wasn't sure. She hadn't talked to Ichigo about the vision, or what they'd gone through. He seemed like he was coping, though, and wasn't showing any of the usual signs of moping or beating himself up over not being strong enough.

"Maybe you could teach him some of the recipes you taught me."