"The usual?" he asked, already setting a cup of rose tea on a tray for her.
"Not unless you have anything new," she said with a nod. Sesshoumaru disappeared into the back, returning with a crisp sandwich and something that looked strangely like a bowl of ramen. She eyed the addition to her plate, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Inuyasha complained about your limited menu again, didn't he?"
"It has been ongoing ever since he brought his grandchildren by." It was still strange to think of Inuyasha as a grand-anything, but the pups he and Kouga had adopted were fully grown and creating their own families now, gifting the mated pair with a slew of mixed offspring that they spoiled whenever they got the chance.
"He's probably been raving about the instant stuff I used to bring him, and Kouga got fed up with trying to boil water up in the mountains." They shared a knowing smile, the expression softening his features more than his lack of markings ever could.
The separation of youkai and humans had reached a lull after Naraku's downfall, but the rise of a few puritan youkai groups in the late 1930s seeking to wipe out the human race had forced those who remained into hiding.
Sesshoumaru still sported his silver hair, but it was shorter than when she'd fallen through the well, barely brushing his shoulder blades even when clipped at the base of his neck. "You are staring again, miko."
Kagome flushed and grabbed her tray. "I'm still not used to this version of you," she argued. She didn't specify whether it was the lack of markings or the flour-stained apron, but he smirked nonetheless.