"Not that I know about," Noriko replied, following along to the kitchen. The food in progress got a lifted eyebrow as she sidestepped Hannibal.

"Felt like making a taste of home, or what?" she asks. Not many non-Asian people would consider sushi attainable to prepare easily or for a guest. And oddly not much of the ingredients that went toward that were the Americanized versions. How strange.

"You're not gonna lecture me on bushido, are you? Because that would make this really awkward." It's not that she's suspicious of him in particular, but this situation has happened before.