"You seem happier lately," Byakuya mused, his knife slicing flawlessly through a set of strawberries. "You finally sleeping?"
"Hnn." Sesshoumaru nudged one of the berries off the cutting board, it not being as vibrant as the others. "The situation has been rectified."
"Oh? That was fast." He quickly arranged the slices into flowers, adding them to the top of a few tarts before covering them in glaze. "It's only been, what, a month? From what you said before, I was expecting more of a fight."
"There was an altercation, but I was not part of it," Sesshoumaru replied, giving a curt nod before the tray of desserts was whisked into the dining room.
"I didn't think you were the sort to tattle and run."
Sesshoumaru snorted. "Everyone involved is aware of my stance on the situation. They are also aware of where I live and are more than welcome to discuss the matter further."
Byakuya raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you want them to do that."
There was a feral gleam in Sesshoumaru's eyes, but they were quickly interrupted by one of the hostesses. "There's someone at the front for you, chef. She says you gave her permission to come back here, but—"
"She speaks the truth, Tsubasa. I am expecting her. And I am to be notified any time she is in the restaurant." The hostess nodded, though she and Byakuya exchanged looks of surprise before returning to her post.
"You're expecting her? You never expect anyone!" The pastry chef's eyes lit up, and he edged closer. "Who is she? Someone new? Someone old? Spill!"