[ izō doesn't notice the silence either, caught up in his own thinking. finding ryouma here had been convenient only because he could order something that might help him wake up a little. it's far from his first all-nighter as a human again. still, izō is less thrilled to admit why he'd also been awake. or how the childish things — like poking at ryouma with the least dangerous end of his sword or stealing his food (again) — only happened because he was still irritated by the fact that he'd worried. izō had been pissed off at first, but his relief in knowing that ryouma hadn't disappeared from the world managed to undermine his angry reaction.

yeah, these are all things he's barely willing to think about, let alone confess. ]

Huh? [ oh, he should pay attention again, shouldn't he? ] Er... yeah. Ya seen that before, right? Bein' able t'use yer own blood as a weapon's all well an' good except people only got so much blood, I guess.

Anyway, it was the plain kind, y'know? The one that's just sweet.

[ most cookies being sweet, he specifically means a sugar cookie, but he never made a note of the name when he'd eaten them when the inn had offered them as a treat with the free inn breakfast. ]

Why? Better people around y'coulda seen first thing when ya wake up...