Reizu watched in complete amazement as the group made up songs in just seconds. "Dang. Wish I could that. However, only thing I compose are assasinations." He chuckled to himself. And what were they talking about thighs for?<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Reizu's meal came out, but Ptricia's clearly wasn't ready just yet. Nailah placed it down in front of him with a neat little sashay. The miso soup was thick with tofu and strips of seaweed, and the salmon was nicely grilled, and seasoned with ground sesame and poppy seed. The omelette was neatly folded over, with a sweet, tangy sauce inside. There were chopsticks, but also a knife and fork.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu bowed to Nailah while unhooking his chopsticks. "Thank you." He clapped his hands together and said the traditional Japanese thanks. "Alright. Let's eat." Using the chopsticks, he twirled them about his fingers before slicing a sliver of salmon. Pinching it with his wooden utensils, he guided it to his fanged mouth. Munching on it slowly, he swallowed it. "Dangus. That's good! My compliments to the chef!"