Haruki grinned victoriously. "Gladly. If you won't cook a piece of fish with peaches and honey, I won't complain at all!" he replied, waving his hand at it. "And as long as I don't have to pay for the food, I will be glad. Jabo owes us both..." he shrugged, embers of dark satisfaction glinting in his eyes. Nyoko giggled, covering her mouth with her hands. "I guess that's the best choice. Nobody will get the opportunity to complain... Except that Jabo! Is that the guy that poured sake onto your hair yesterday?" she asked, raising a brow with curiosity. Haruki nodded, and she chuckled again. "Guess he deserves it, then! What manners... Sake is for drinking, not pouring it onto my brother's hair!"<br/><br/>At that, she softly tugged one of the wisps of his hair, bound up, resulting in him quickly stepping away. "Ow! Not the hair!" he moaned, rubbing his head, and gave her a scowl. She immediately pulled her hand back. "Sorry." she shrugged, receiving another scowl. "You do it on purpose." he growled.<br/><br/>It was safer to walk beside Blake, he concluded, and gave Nyoko a provocative smirk from behind his 'meat shield'.