"If a little impractically wrapped," Kenshin laughed, trying to extract his burger. The ones at the Institute actually looked a little...fresher than this sad, limp excuse for a sandwich. Well, no matter. They were having a late lunch anyway, and he was hungry.

He bit into it and pulled a face. "Greasy." Maybe the paper was to soak up the extra oil?

"This one is glad," he smiled. "It's so strange. It's summer back in Tokyo, but here it's almost winter."