"Just take it easy," Renji said. "Hopefully you get it out of your system faster'n I did. Took me a couple hours and I still wasn't fuckin' right in the head."

He glanced over his shoulder, hand still moving to sketch straight, light lines on the paper. "At the risk of soundin' parental, you should try to eat. The mashed potato things are okay if you get past the texture."

It'd work if Hisoka sent them his way. He was hard to miss in a crowd. One eyebrow crept up as Hisoka froze.