"It's, u-um, well. Hanatarou is my given name but I don't mind if you use that." The shinigami gave a self-conscious laugh, waving one hand a little in front of himself. "It's not like I'm anyone important or anything, Keman-san."

Hanatarou ducked his head shyly, and when his gaze fell he was reminded of the bag still sitting on his lap. He fished around inside and came up with a granola bar, and turned it over in his hands curiously. "I've only been here since yesterday," he replied, then held the thing up for the other to see. "Do they often provide strange foods like this?"