The grin did nothing to reassure Aya in return. Ken had been doing that when Aya had shoved his katana into Ken as well. But the acceptance, reluctant but instant, was still expressed in a nod which left Aya's gaze on his plate, somewhere among the uninteresting food items.

"It's not a problem," he answered softly while spearing sliced cucumbers to the spikes of his plastic fork.

The relief that followed the brief conversation had nothing to do with last night, and everything to do with personal oddities. Ken was still Ken and Aya was Aya, nothing would change that.

"Omi's injuries weren't that bad," he continued after a moment, knowing Ken would want to know. Assuming he didn't already. "Or so he said at least."