"I've missed pastries," Hokuto said, taking a bite of cinnamon roll and closing her eyes. So good... keeping it near her face to breathe in the scent let her pretend, just for a moment, that she was in a bakery somewhere.

Opening her eyes again, she happened to spot Leon's maimed hand. Yikes--she did her best not to wince, since he probably didn't need any more attention called to it. "If only it was cold enough to wear jackets inside. I'd love to smuggle out any extras," she confided, softly enough so the nurses shouldn't hear.

Ironic, since she often didn't bother keeping her voice down much when discussing nighttime plans... well, those sounded like proof of her insanity. This was a little more mundane, and the nurses tended to interfere then!