Rukia requested a simple omelet for herself. She was a big fan of eggs, and found the dish to be one of her favorites. With that out of the way, her expression sobered a little. Nothing wrong with indulging? She shook her head.

"No, it can be dangerous, and arouse selfish desires. And of course, it's never pleasant to grow too attached to something, or someone, when such an attachment is sure to be nothing more than temporary."

She couldn't explain every last detail, of course, but there were a lot of restrictions placed on how much a shinigami could interact with a living person. The general rule was: don't. Don't ever. It led to serious complications, as she'd learned well.

"Anyway," she shrugged, "I didn't suggest we share a meal so I could preach fatalistic ideals. Tell me how you're getting on," she said, sipping from her water glass. "Did you take on the ghostbuster job, perchance?"