“Peanut butter?” Bin blinked, looking around the restaurant as if a jar of peanut butter would just appear before him. “Um, I don’t think so. We have honey. Lots of honey.” He paused, watching her curiously for a moment. “What did you want peanut butter for…?” Maybe she was pregnant and had one of those weird pregnancy cravings or something– but he wasn’t about to ask, since she didn’tlook pregnant. That would just be rude. “We might have peanut sauce, I guess. I can check.”

“D-Don’t look through my things,” Akira spoke softly, pulling the box away from Binnie. He had kept the box shoved away for a reason. When he had left home, he took all of his items from his fighting days with him, wanting to spare his parents the pain of looking through them. Gloves, bandages, a few photographs of him that were taken by a friend after one of his wins…Those were not things he wanted his parents to see.

“It’s personal stuff from Japan. Please don’t touch it,” he murmured, closing the box carefully, his usual smile not anywhere to be found. 

“That’s a shame, because I really need somebody fluent in French right now!” Akira teased, smiling brightly at Binnie, “Should I go ask one of the gods instead?”

Of course, going to a god wouldn’t be nearly as fun as spending time with Binnie. Akira wanted to bond with other demigods from the Japanese pantheon. It helped that he had grown rather fond of Binnie, even thinking of him as a friend. Binnie was kind to him, and Akira always appreciated a kind soul in a not so kind world.