"You got someone you're stickin' with tonight?" Renji asked. He was rather concerned; if Hisoka was still loopy when the doors opened, he really wouldn't be in condition to take care of himself.

"Not spicy," Renji said. "Pretty bland. Tastes like potatoes and that really salty butter they like here. So it's okay." He shoved his now cleared tray away. "The peas were okay too. They're the sweet type. But if your stomach's botherin' you, dunno if you'd want the pie thing. It was really... Western. Really Western." He wished he could just have some rice again.

He continued to sketch out the map, glancing over his shoulder again as Hisoka messed with his matress. "What's that?" he asked.