"You're supposed to add things to the conversation. Things that you think might be relevant." Kasumi opined, not exactly chastising Shio, but offering a constructive criticism. Kasumi had never really seen the point of being offended when people pointed out your shortcomings - if you knew what you were bad at, you could improve and stop being bad. In her line of work, a single mistake had massive repercussions, so she had always been particularly critical of herself and her technique when training. It was a practice that had served her well, but other people seemed to be offended whenever she commented on their lack of grace, or the fact that they obviously not showered and the smell was putting people off from talking to them, or even they were just plain ugly, and none of the boys were interested because they were vapid and unattractive. Surprising as it may have seemed, Kasumi had very few friends growing up, and that was a habit that she'd retained in adulthood.

"You're also checking for poison incorrectly. Far too obvious. Try distracting the person you're with before you do it. Make sure that you're more discreet. If they were trying to poison you, they had a contingency plan. At least, they did if they were competent. You should assume that they are competent. If you don't, you could end up dead. Or worse. A lot of poisons aren't even meant to kill. Do you know much about poison?" Kasumi stated, pausing briefly between each sentence to ensure that Shio had at least a little time to register what she was saying. She seemed to be completely at peace with the fact that Shio was checking the food for poison - her only gripe was that she was doing it incorrectly. The entire aura of awkwardness that was emanating from the table - visibly causing certain patrons to get up and move to other tables - didn't even factor in to either of them. It was, honestly, quite a spectacle to behold.

One of the couples that had decided to leave passed by Kasumi, scowling as they did so, and in an impressive display of lightning-fast reflexes, she lifted the wallet from the male's pocket as he turned and brushed past her.

"Dinner's on him, by the way."