"We can leave shortly," she promised, taking his plate and eating what was left. One did not waste food in the slums, and even though that was years ago, the habit hadn't died. Besides, she hadn't eaten dinner, so there was plenty of room. "Allow me to clean up, then I'll grab my jacket."

She wanted to save the rest of the batter for later, so she put the bowl into the icebox. She was certain her roommates would enjoy the treat, and Rukia would enjoy the extra cooking experience.

"Where will we be going? Is it a surprise?" She looked pumped about the experience, whatever it happened to be. "Would you like me to hold your hand, or your arm?" She didn't seem shy about either option.