[They actually thought similarly about the subject at the current. As much as Kazuha is teasing Scaramouche about taking care of him in hypothetical situations fairly often, he does it out of the pleasure of his answers and his reactions to it. As if the immortal would trouble himself, if he even noticed his absence.

Though, he has to admit to himself he likes the thought. He turned it around his head the last time he teased the immortal about it and came to the conclusion that during times like that, he's not sure he'd like to be alone. He'd thought, some bit ago, it might be someone else.

He doesn't want to go down the path of sad thoughts again, not when his chest was still tight from their conversation in the rickshaw. He smiles at Scaramouche, wide but without teeth, and then picks up one of the bags of leaf snacks.]

I'm not obsessed with the Shogun. Maybe you'll understand someday. Though, admittedly, I might be obessed with maples.

[He laughs, bright and airy, and then asks the shopkeep for two teas to warm them. He hands over the money for the snacks and tea, then opens the package while they wait for their hot drinks. Pulling one of the golden leaves out, he sniffs it.

Sweet and the faint smell of pickling. Mostly, it smells strongly fried batter, but when he bites into it and starts chewing he finds the taste rather pleasant. Still chewing on his leaf, he pulls another from the package and holds it out for Scaramouche.]

It's mostly sweet. Try it.