Sanro stops about half a street away from the house, a large affair worthy of a former Samurai family, and pats Ichi's hand around his waist.  The helm tilts sideways and then he asks, "Hey, Strawberry?  Want to go out for dinner tonight?"<br/><br/>The tall, muscular doll hates it when his little 'sister' is sad or upset.  And he knows just the thing to help distract her.  Swinging the bike in a 180 degree turn, the smile in his voice is apparent, "I know of a nice place that makes the best Strawberry Crepe Suzette."<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reply the engine revs and they are off.