Mitsuko was a slow eater. Even for a salad he would use knife and fork. Taking only small bites. Watching him eat was like watching a choreographed play. Full of elegance but boring after a while. He wouldn’t be displaced at the most high class restaurant. In the time that Shichi took for an entire chicken, he had barely finished his salad. “It was very good,” Mitsuko replied with a gentle smile. “How was yours? Thank you but I am full. You should eat your vegetables,” he couldn’t help but add with a melodic giggle. Surely his friend wouldn’t be offended by such a small joke.