Hakkai looks up from chopping nappa. "Welcome back," he says. "Did you get the ingredients?"
"Eh," Gojyo mutters. "Just rice and egg. The stall was out of the rest."
It's an incredibly obvious lie and it's all Hakkai can do to bite his tongue and not call Gojyo on it. Gojyo must have a reason, after all. Hakkai thinks, perhaps Gojyo has had bad luck in gambling -- the fare is always thinner on those nights -- but he dismisses the thought almost as quickly as he has it; Gojyo has no shame in admitting a run of bad luck, though he'll usually have some reason he 'went easy' on his opponents. If he's 'gone easy' on them too often, Hakkai will simply gently suggest that he go gambling instead and Gojyo cook, and Gojyo's pride will make him come back with extra wealth that night. He can do it when he tries.
So it must be something else -- and that's when Hakkai notices the small dirty handprint on Gojyo's pantleg, as if a child had grabbed hold and tugged to get attention. A beggar child, perhaps, or at least some sort of waif; certainly someone hungry...
"Well," Hakkai says, and turns back to the food to hide his smile. Gojyo would loathe getting found out in it. "Perhaps they'll have restocked by tomorrow then. For now, we have rice, and egg, and nappa; we'll manage somehow."