Ugh. Did he have to start something like that over dinner? This wasn't the time or the place, as far as Kanji was concerned. He just wanted to eat, dammit.

"... Tch. I've had better ones. But ...it worked out," he replied, a spot defensively, looking in the general direction of a pile of ribs rather than across the table. So there'd been a couple of things he couldn't quite have planned for - what had been going on there? That hadn't been something he should have been dealing with on that rank of mission... he'd been outnumbered. And in the end, he'd been lucky.