"Great!" Masami smiled, giving Mei a friendly hug. "Cheer my brother up, will you? He's been a grumpy troll all day."
"Feh," Komoku groused, sticking his tongue out at Masami as she scampered to the kitchen with an amused grin. But, he didn't come unprepared.
"I brought dumplings," Komoku sniffed, offering the small plate. "Made 'em myself, figured I'd make a good impression an' all..." He seemed better, but a little grouchy. His ribs had been wrapped, and he looked like a dog who had a cone. All he wanted to do was rip them off and ignore that he had any pain at all.