Shion

sets the greatsword against the wall and puts the tray down in front of you with both hands

Dinner. I made it. Don't call for a taster, it's an insult.

straightens, hand on her hip, watching your face like a treeline

It's rice. The purple is supposed to be there. Mostly. And there's something else, so pick your order: before you eat, or after? After, you'll be too polite to be angry, and I'd rather have you angry. Ask me about the eastern road.