Sayuri tossed and turned in her bed. Some few hours had gone by, and surely supper was now out of question. She had been influenced negatively by Renji's earlier shutout and neglected any opportunity at eating altogether, even when Shirona had been kind enough to come knocking at her door. Rolling about now, the room had grown pitch black, save for the moonlight that peered through her window. It was completely silent in the stillness of the night, until all of a sudden, her stomach began to growl. It was rather embarrassing, and as the sound grew more apparent, she feared that someone else may be able to hear her. Thinking back on it, she began to wonder why she was the only one in such a case; surely Renji had not eaten anything else within the same timespan, shouldn't he have been hungry too?

The clock continued to tick, leaving Sayuri with a few options. It would be impolite to leave her room and venture the shop on her own in search of food, seeing as though she had denied Shirona sometime ago; however, her stomach was now even more unbearable, and the sound of some plates being moved in the kitchen was all it took for the beauty to exit her room. Creeping in the hallways, she couldn't help but be impressed by how silent it was, especially given that Renji was asleep in the room right across from her's. Truth be told, she almost felt a bit pathetic, given that even as a shinobi, she was unable to tame her hunger on her own accord. But it all added up in the end; if she didn't fill her stomach now, she couldn't perform to her best ability tomorrow morning, right? Such was her excuse as she tiptoed into the kitchen.

Steam emitted from the kitchen, which made it less difficult for Sayuri to find. Drawing closer, she realized that it was coming from Toshin, who had been frying a fish on the stove. His eyes took notice of her immediately upon her arrival, and he offered her a bit of a nod, before speaking out. "Finally hungry, huh?"

Sayuri smiled warmly, leaning her body against the wall beside her. She wasn't entirely sure how to answer that without appearing spoiled, so she just issued him a bit of a nod in response.

"Heh, in that case, I hope you're a fan of salmon. Please, do take a seat," Toshin inquired, before motioning his head towards the kitchen table and thereafter swinging it back down towards the stove.

Sayuri nodded again, and walked across the room to take a seat on the table. Round in shape, and made of wood, it was one of the prettier pieces of furniture in the entirety of the shop, especially with the elaborate designs that appeared along the legs. Pulling a chair, Sayuri sat down and pushed herself in up against the table. She had changed out of her shinobi attire in the middle of the night to be a bit more comfortable in bed, and was now dressed in a long red shirt that stretched down to her knees, covering the shorts she had been wearing. Her large breasts situated themselves on the tabletop as her hands went to rest on her lap. She looked over at Toshin and then around the room after their eyes met once.

There was a bit of a silence for quite sometime, other than the sound made by the stove. A pleasant aroma filled the room as Sayuri looked to make conversation. "If I may ask, why are you up so late?"

"I should be the one asking you," Toshin retorted, slicing the salmon into smaller pieces. "I'm always up around this hour, as in it's my dinnertime."

It was past midnight for sure, leading Sayuri to believe that this man had a very awkward sleeping schedule. Even so, she felt a bit guilty for having let Shirona eat on her own earlier. "Oh, I see," Sayuri's tone was soft and filled with wonder, leading to Toshin's next statement.

"I'm usually working up until now; long hours of work is the best thing for a young man, my mother told me that," Toshin emptied whatever was in the pot onto two white plates, before walking over to the round table and setting them down. "I hope you like it, it's all we have —literally."

Taking the chopsticks he had provided, Sayuri parted her lips and took in some of the fish. Immediately, her eyes lit up, and the various sauces ran laps around her taste buds. "Wow! It's really good," she admitted, looking across the table at him. Though it had been crafted very nicely, the table itself was not very large; the two of them had to swing their legs in opposite directions in order to prevent any sort of contact.

"Thanks, caught it myself even," he joined Sayuri by beginning to ea himself. "It's essentially one of my daily chores, go out to fish every morning, sometimes in the evening; it all depends on my workload. I could show you tomorrow, if you'd like."

"Oh, that's alright, I have plans," Sayuri hoped, remembering that this trip would have been her only time to bond with Renji. "Renji and I are here for business, so we'll be busy tomorrow morning. I do appreciate the offer, though."

"No worries," Toshin offered a bit of a smile and a nod, going back to eating.

Sayuri ate quickly and left to get some sleep. It would be all her and Renji tomorrow morning.