"Thank you!" Hinamori said brightly as the waiter delivered her own food. "Mmmm, this looks delicious. I... don't remember if I had breakfast this morning." She looked down, trying to recall. She had taken a shower, and come downstairs, and cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen... and then she had started getting ready to leave, checking the storage closet for some rope, walking over to the neighbor's house to see if she could borrow the cart she had noticed by the sidewalk last week...

"Well, anyway, I'm starving!" She started to unwrap her napkin eagerly, then stopped, her brow wrinkling. "Ah, excuse me," she called to the waiter. "Do you... have any chopsticks?" It wasn't that she had never eaten with Western utensils before. They were around, in Soul Society, as one of those imported things that you experiment with curiously and sometimes adopt when convenient. But she would feel much more at home with bamboo between her fingers.