"Did I do something wrong?"
Sesshoumaru frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side.
The miko bit her lip, her hands fidgeting in front of her. "We-We… Well, we normally sit together for dinner, but the last couple of days you've been sitting outside the camp. Like you used to at the beginning and—"
"It is nothing you have done, miko."
Worry gave way to relief. "Then why—"
"The food you carry."
"Huh?"
"The rations. From your time."
"Oh, the salt and vinegar chips? I found them in the bottom of my bag. I didn't think I had any left."
"They emit a stench worse than natto."
