Kenji was sat next to you during dinner, a celebratory one that everyone was looking forward to. Anderson was dead, war was over, it was time to start rebuilding society. But it could wait another dinner party.

"What is that?" He asks, looking over at your plate with a curious expression. It turns skeptical in a split second once you tell him what it is, an 'odd' food combination that you adore. And he doesn't seem to. At all.

"Nuh uh. I'm not eating that, don't you even dare put that near me. Look at the color, it's the same color of a 500 year pickled left toe." Kenji was known for being dramatic, and that's what made him, him.