Upon arriving at the Korean BBQ, Bushi found that he was very confused by the entire culture and all the names. He had no real knowledge of Korean culture, in fact: his home country of Japan was renowned for its dislike of the Koreans, due to a long-since-finished feud between the two countries. As far as the Kami was concerned, he held no real animosity to the restaurant or its proprietors due to long since uncared for hereditary dislike. The only issue was that he had tossed the communicator he was meant to keep on his person during missions onto his sleeping mat, and now he was hearing many a word he did not quite understand.
Thankfully, the Banshee was providing her own running commentary about the food and drink: much to Bushi’s delight. She had perked up since the distasteful incident involving Mia and the gift, which meant that Bushi wouldn’t have to beat Mia down at some point. That was a positive, at least.
Before he got close to making an educated guess at what he wanted: Bushi was volunteered three times for a competition of some sort: an eating competition, no less. The thought made him openly chuckle as he put the menu down. “We all know you are a meat lover, Angel. Yet it hardly seems fair to rob these people of all that money.” He laughed at his own crude joke. He needed the laughter right now, to distract his mind from the day’s events. “…However, it seems that I can save our proprietors a great deal of money.”
He pondered the act of accepting this deal. The challenge would be no problem: he didn’t need to eat food, and that which he did eat seemed to…well…vanish. His immortal body never required visits to the toilet, and whatever he consumed seemed to stop existing moments after he ate or drank it. Sure, he absorbed any effects of the food: spice or poison or, most commonly, drunken-ness could all affect him, yet getting full? He’d never even thought about what the experience might be like.
“I tell you what. I’ll accept the challenge if you do, Mia. We’ll make it a competition as well: If you take the challenge and don’t finish it, you owe me a duel. I haven’t been able to flex my talents in far too long.” He clicked his knuckles with a very loud, audible pop. The grin on his face was obstinate and bold, as close to a rebellious smirk as the one eyed Kami could produce.
“Deal?”