It had only taken the threat of Kagome journeying into the woods on her own to force Youko's hand and get him out of the proverbial door. Once dressed – and hadn't that been an adventure in its own right, as the cultural gap widened – they'd set out to find breakfast, which to Kagome's utter delight consisted only of fruit-picking.
"I am a silver," he said, the tinge of pride hardly hidden as he forced a plum (a plum!) to blossom in his hand "and the land is my domain."
She was certain he was piquing her curiosity on purpose, but found herself unwilling to resist. As he handed her his winnings, she wheedled. "So there are specific breeds of kitsunes then?"
"There are."
"How many?"
He grinned. "Several."
Kagome had spent the better part of her last years playing detective with a kit who thrived on hiding things from her, and was the master at reading into the tone of his voice – it was no difficultly sussing out the opportunity. "What is it you want to know?"
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