“You know-“ Rengoku started, as he kneaded dough on the worktop below him, “If I was a dessert, I think I’d probably want to be a doughnut.” He said, turning to look at you.

You both worked in a local bakery in your village, and Rengoku tended to say strange things early in the morning when preparing the pastries, you didn’t mind though, it was better than working in silence. “What do you think you’d be?” He asked, continuing the odd conversation.