Early in the morning, before Rose arrives to the office, he enters. He had found a bag of dried persimmons from the previous years' harvest in his cabinets within his quarters, although he still isn't entirely sure why he had even taken them, when he dislikes the fruit.
Even so... Perhaps it was for this very purpose?
So he enters the office, and places a single dried persimmon on the captain's desk, before going to his own to begin on the day's paperwork.
Now he just has to wait and see how the captain reacts and responds to the silent, unspoken test.
@raisingyourhead
The little bag's the last thing Rose expects to see on his desk. It's early in the morning, no-one's been in and he wonders how it got there. It definitely wasn't there the night before. The paper crinkles under his fingers, as he toys with it. He's approaching this mystery with a little caution. Unasked for gifts aren't exactly common for captains. The seireitei might be safe enough, but he can't quite discount potential sabotage.
Until the paper tears and a wrinkled orange fruit rolls unceremoniously across the desk
Rose's nose wrinkles, picking up the fruit between thumb and forefinger. He turns it round in his hand, then takes an experimental sniff. It has the sterile, half-hearted scent of ancient dried fruit. Edible and appetising enough, although he isn't sure he really wants to take a bite. He stares some more, once again returning to the puzzle of why it's there in the first place. It's not like he's asked for snacks, especially not dried fruit. Looking at it gives few answers. At a loss, he finally gives it an experimental nibble. That at least tells him what it is. They're persimmons. That's something, even if he's no closer to knowing who left them. The taste lingers in his mouth, not unpleasant but not something he particularly wants to finish either. He places the half-eaten fruit to one side, and pushes the bag away, the puzzle of this gift still on his mind.
