“Got it!” You cheered, spearing a dumpling that had been tossed into the air by Katana, who was sitting on the other side of you. Almost immediately, you stuck it into your mouth, melting at the combination of smoky ground beef and bouncy leek. (or was that green onion? You’d have to ask if it was polite to do so.)

Katana smiled, you being able to see it since he had lifted his mask to be able to eat. He was much more polite with his mannerisms, using his chopsticks to swiftly pick up a slice of sushi and pop it into his mouth, making a content hum as he tasted the fishiness combined with the veggies and seaweed.

He had invited you to eat with him at a traditional place in Thieve’s Den, and you had accepted, because you were sure he would beat your ass if you turned it down. Turns out, you were the youngest person in the place, which was full of older inphernals whose horns were either entirely gray, starting to gray, or just getting dull.