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The fact he had a basin of water, and towels ready? The famine horseman was on her list of 'favored' incredible fast. After all, one couldn't walk around with clay muck on one's hands. Mess was not a suitable thing for conquest, and especially not for Lan. Well, provided the mess was not human or hunter blood. Then the mess could be forgiven. Humans were just a messy business over all. Very blood, very weak and very fragile. Pity they died so quickly at times.

Hands washed she dried them in the fluffy towels, wondering if they were foxfire fur. She needed to see a certain horsemen about getting some herself. "So tell me your name. It's not everyday I meet a horseman of famine who enjoys tea so much as to help these halloweeners with their little herds." because clubs were a type of herd in her mind. "I am Lan, noble of conquest by the way, forgive me for not introducing myself earlier." She bowed slightly setting the towel down.

On the way to Nolan's booth his nose lifted into the air and the smell of tea wafted into his nose. He needed to drink something after all that popcorn. He really was on the parched side.

He entered the booth seeing all the leaves and cups and things and cocked his head halfway to the side. He was going to have to make his own tea. This was going to be interesting to say the least. He was GREAT eating free food- but making...well he questioned himself.

Though as time progressed he saw that he was a natural tea maker. He had almost made the perfect cup!

Noble bird? But a Kiwi was a fruit not a bird? Lan was pretty sure there- Oh.

Ohhhhh. That bird. The little fat one that could not fly. Looking at the horseman's wins she guessed the not flying part was true, but he was famine. Famine wasn't really 'fat'. Not without it actually not being fat and more just a sack of organs.

The sound of his jewelry passed over her head sadly, as while she new that making 'angry sounds' with things was bad, she wasn't sure what meant what. She guessed that it was good as the famine horsemen seemed to be in good spirits. "I was unaware that famine enjoyed tea so it's a rather pleasant surprise for me. And yes to both. It keeps the mind sharp and helps keep our traditions alive, even if they are as mundane as tea. Tell me, what is your favorite brew? Mine is green with a hint of jasmine." She said it with hint of enjoyment, bordering on contentment at the thought.

Lan just really liked her tea.

The scent of tea had caught her attention only after Shun motioned them toward the booth. It seemed to have a little bit of everything as far as snacks went.

Looking to see what Shun had Mitsu looked the little triangle of rice over before she was handed one of her own. She wasn't particularly hungry but since Shun was eating she figured she might as well. If only she looked at the list before taking a generous bite. Luckily she didn't get anything off the wall, the red beans weren't a favorite food but it wasn't bad.

Stepping closer Mitsu sniffed at Shun's onigiri to see what he had gotten.

Pork? Pork sounded way better than red beans. Mitsu held onto Shun's hand with her free hand as she began to nibble at his onigiri...and continued to nibble at his onigiri. Really he would be lucky to have any left by the time she was done 'trying' it.

If she had her wolf ears they would have perked hearing Shun make that mysterious and rare amused noise. As it stood she stopped in her eating, staring at him for a long moment trying to figure out what had made him do that. What had been amusing?

It was a mindless gesture when it came to switching out the onigiri. Mitsu took what was left of Shun's before passing over her own still staring at the reaper as if she were on the verge of uncovering the mystery of the world.

Oh jack he didn't even know did he? If she didn't point it out he would probably forget and not even know what had happened. She began to flail about and pointed at him. If only she could talk this would be so just easier for now she was left with trying to explain that he had made a noise through gestures. Not as easy as one would hope.

She was doomed to fail in this exercise. Mitsu nearly deflated leaning against the booth now tired. She was going to have to find another way to communicate with him. Gestures just wasn't cutting it and her laptop was back in her room since Shun had failed to bring along when he dragged her out of the room.

Shaking her head to let him at least know there wasn't anything on his face Mitsu sighed silently and looked back to the remainder of her onigiri. It looked like the source of Shun's amusement was bound to stay a mystery.