Someone was approaching and Okita looked up from his meal, smiling at Homura just before he took a bite of the fried fish. Oily foods weren't always his thing, but the rarity of fish here made the dish a delicacy despite the grease. And it came with a show - Kaito was apparently having some "problems" again. Snickering a little as Homura took his seat, Okita twirled his fork around in his hand and speared another piece. The demi-god didn't seem much worse for wear either and that just made things a little bit better. There was much they needed to discuss and most of it wasn't all that pleasant in Okita's mind, so having a bit of light conversation was just what he needed right now. "You could say that. Honey-kun taught me to play 'baseball.' Or, at least, the beginning part of it."

Before he could say anything else, however, a rather familiar young man approached. Peter Petrelli? Was this who Homura had been speaking with on the bulletin board about a dangerous man? It had been awhile since he'd last seen the man, but if he was interested in saving visitors, then things must not have gone so well since they last met. With a warm smile, Okita nuzzled a chair out from under the table with his foot. "If you're here to speak with us, please, sit down, Peter-san."