Okita happened to glance down when Heiji laughed, smiling to himself as he continued to eat his meal. Perhaps if he'd seen, he would have noticed the slight flash of distrust that went through the detective. With the rice mostly gone, he'd decided to be a little more adventurous and was busily picking at the french toast coated in butter and syrup. He wasn't sure what to make of the smell of cinnamon, but the taste of the syrup was just sweet enough that it held his attention. When he discovered that french toast wasn't poison in disguise, he happily began digging in. "I believe there may be others joining us tonight, too, but I haven't met them. It'll be a lovely party, don't you think?"

If Heiji already had a pipe, then that combined with the metal Okita had stashed away might be enough to get him what he needed. "Don't loose that pipe, Heiji-kun. That might be your ticket to getting armed just that little bit faster." And it would keep Okita from the disgusting mess in the bathrooms. If it was a sword the boy wanted, then it would be a sword he got. He just needed to report the matter to Homura.

Okita glanced up from his plate and tilted his head to the side. Heiji looked...at odds. Had something he said about medicine hit the wrong nerve? "Technology? Can the future heal anything with these strange machines everywhere?"