[have a light shoulderbump back, Akira. After staring down at his food, he resolutely picks up another piece, determined to finish it off. No sense in wasting food that'll just go into the raccoons' mouths, after all.]

Mmm, maybe...how about when we have some free time again? We could even bring food and a blanket and have a picnic.

[He almost said 'tomorrow', but tomorrow is when someone will show up dead again - and there's always chance that either of them might end up dead.

So it's easier to just talk about it in hypotheticals.]