Winter Treats [Saiko/Hono]

"Oh? So you need a rank to have an excuse to be bold? And here I thought you liked to live life on the edge."

Saiko gently pushed her elbow on the side of Hono as a small snort left her mouth. Clearly, she was joking. Though, after she was done teasing the shinigami, a tilt of the head could be seen from the hybrid. As her blue eyes locked on to Hono, she definitely noticed that wandering look. When you live a life like Saiko's, sometimes you pick up on things in your environment from habit, so she had to confront it.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, were you checking me out now?

By no means was Saiko super offended. Anyone could look as much as they wanted, but touching was another ordeal. So, a smug expression briefly came on her face before leaning back and nodding her head.

"At least be more subtle."

After a chuckle left Saiko's mouth, she kept on speaking as she mulled on the notions of appearances and age.

"But yes, it's nice to retain our looks for so long. I'm not sure if I could pull this look off if I looked my age...."

Nodding, Saiko agreed with Hono's statements. What was the point of living if you couldn't experiment with the boundary of where things would go? Nothing was worse than a life never lived to its fullest potential. Hell, in the hybrid's mind, even living to half your potential is good enough compared to the endless spirits that failed to live beyond all the unused potential in their bodies.

"That's the right spirit, Hono. I can't say you would be living if you didn't do that. You don't have to take chances or risks all the time, but living a little and seeing a small amount of your potential does the soul good."

After laughing with the woman, Saiko went quiet for a moment and tilted her head again at what Hono said regarding her pasting glances at the hybrid's figure. Well, at least she was honest about her stares. Rather than deny it, she admitted it, and people like that could be trusted more.

"Fair. I am pretty cute. I just forgot that. So at least you are honest."

Not seeming to care much at that moment, Saiko rolled her shoulder before pondering about her age.

"Me? Old? Depends. I'm not above two centuries, but I'm not below one century. Am I an old-lady shinigami?"

Age kind of meant nothing after your 100th birthday. As long as she could keep her youthful looks, Saiko had no care about it. After living so long with demons, as far as she was concerned, she was reborn. So, she would pat the head of Hono, think for a moment, and speak.

"You are about right. I think I stopped counting around when I turned a century old. It kind of gets pointless after that, don't you think?"

She would snort and narrow each of her eyes to pop the same question back in the face of Hono.

"Which begs the question: how old are you, Hono? You seem like a new spirit to me, but I could be wrong."

If Saiko had tea, she would spit it out of her mouth. 25? That's pretty young. She was eons ahead of this little one, and Saiko couldn't help but laugh at her. It seemed she had a few more lifetimes to go, so she nudged right back.

"Oh my, it seems we have a little one here~"

The woman snorted and continued.

"And we are both ladies, so we can swap secrets like that without a problem."

After pulling out another honey bun, she'd scarf it down, enjoy the sweet contents, think for a few seconds, and then resume speaking.

"I think after 25, 30, maybe 40 or 50, age stops mattering once your brain has fully formed. At least for me I don't feel that different than when I was 25. But, I also have supernatural powers keeping me young, sooooo...."

Once Saiko tilted her head to the side, she'd gently tap on her head and say:

"Tee-hee?"

...ahem.

"Hopefully, this granny doesn't cramp your style."

Cooking huh? Well, that was always a fun subject. It was essential to recovery and healing in a lot of ways. It gave the body nutrients, energy, and life to continue existing, getting stronger, and recovering from exhaustion and fatigue. So, as Hono teased, Saiko tapped her chin and nodded to accept the offer since she could always use extra servings, given her body's constant energy consumption.

"Well, if you go down that route, you will be a broke Hono. I tend to eat a lot, as you can easily tell."

After snorting, she'd flick the woman's nose and continue.

"But yes, I can accept that. What exactly makes your recipe so special?"