The shock on Izumi-san’s face was a small consolation but not nearly enough to soothe her irritation.  However, instead of horror, a happy smile took over the man’s face.  “Tachibana-san, Ishida-san! I’m sorry for leaving you so suddenly, I was just seriously awfully hungry and I couldn’t wait so… I thought you can do fine without me… and I got us all food instead!”  Izumi-san raised his three brown bags proudly as if his pitiful offerings could soothe her temper.  Oh no, no wholegrain pastries would compensate for the fact she was missing a tour of Shueisha’s back offices.  Though Izumi-san and Ishida-san chatted happily, Hinata didn’t bother accepting the brown bag the former had offered, arms still stubbornly crossed over her chest.  “I can still get you a donut or coffee or something if you don’t like those things.”  Izumi-san offered graciously, but the pink-haired woman was not in a mood to be consoled.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink">“Izumi-san.. you’re.. twenty-four, correct?”</span>She glanced at Ishida-san for confirmation but only received a beatific smile in response.  Useless, that one.  However, he wasn’t disagreeing so she’d assume she recalled correctly.<span style="color: pink">“As a twenty-four year old, and thus a legal adult in not only Japan but the entire world, there are certain behaviors expected of you, one of which is <span style="font-style: italic">manners</span>.”</span>The pink-haired woman stressed the last word, making sure she had Izumi-san’s attention,<span style="color: pink">“Manners include <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> walking off when you’re with other people without informing them you’re going and making sure they’ve <span style="font-style: italic">acknowledged</span> your leaving.  Otherwise, you could get injured and no one would know, and surely you don’t want to die in a ditch somewhere all alone?”</span>The smile on her face didn’t match the words that came out of her mouth.  She looked like she was talking about puppies or rainbows instead of murdering the man in front of her if he wandered off on his own again.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink">“Are we clear?”</span>Cold hazel eyes stared up at bright blue ones for a moment before Hinata let her arms fall to her sides.<span style="color: pink"> “Now, while it’s acceptable to stand while eating, given that we’re in a restaurant, it’s more appropriate to sit while doing so.”</span>She took Izumi-san by the arm and led him to one of the empty tables in a corner of the restaurant.  She pulled the chair out with her free hand and gestured for him to take the seat, conveniently trapping him between her and the wall.  She’d dealt with too many unruly foster siblings to have not picked up some tricks and hints on dealing with runaways.<br/><br/>Hinata finally took the originally offered bag and opened it to reveal the various foods Naruhiko had listed.  Ew, salad and multigrain bread.  Was he trying to tell her she was fat?  Unsurprisingly Ishida-san had followed them to the table (he seemed happy to do nothing but smile) and was pulling out his assortment of foods as well.<span style="color: pink"> “Ishida-san,”</span>The orange-haired man paused, peanut halfway to his mouth,<span style="color: pink"> “I assume that we can resume our tour of the office after we’ve finished eating?  Unless,”</span>She turned a<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">wicked</span>bright smile on her employer,<span style="color: pink">“Izumi-san wishes to accompany me every time I need to turn in a manuscript since I never got an office tour?”</span>