Hanatarou paused when Keman began to laugh, then finally offered an uncertain smile of his own. "Umm. Well." With his luck, it was fortunate the shinigami hadn't poked out an eye or lost a limb or something equally terrible. Of course, he was part of the 4th Division, so the mishaps thus far had been easily tidied up. "I-it is just juice."

After a second's consideration, Hanatarou removed the rest of the food from his bag and shoved the damp napkin inside, then carefully took up his own juice box. With the tip of his tongue sticking out as he concentrated, the healer very carefully imitated Keman's earlier demonstration, though without spraying juice all over. He regarded the successful straw implantation for a moment, startled that he had actually succeeded, then curiously turned the container around in his hands. "Why do they have to make this so hard?"