Jay was quite confused with Minami. As friendly as she seemed and as happy as she put herself to be, more and more seemed to indicate an angrier person below the surface of her mask. It puzzled him to no end as Jay watched Minami smile happily at Tsukiya. As soon as the older g-ward prisoner began to talk, Minami seemed to get incredibely irritated. One second was all it took for Jay to catch her. It was like a crack in the mask where he could see something stirring inside the beautiful dark haired girl. But just as quickly as he saw it, Minami's irritation disappeared.
Once Tsukiya left, Jay began to look at the food in wonder and excitement. There was just so much to eat, so much delicious looking food. Jay was absolutely drooling, but held back his hunger quite well as soon as he could get a grip on the reality of things. Being in a prison changed much of how he viewed things. Now, everytime food was presented to him, Jay thought an extra seventeen times before jumping . . . compared to the initial five thoughts of fear, paranoia, and insecurity.
After his numerous thoughts, Jay blinked as she saw Minami grab the two sweet bread. When he watched her try to order without speaking, it seemed quite intreguing to see other people not understand. Pointing aside, Jay could tell what she wanted the moment her eyes shifted towards the bread and a smile cross her face as she looked at it closer. Then there was the hand signals, the body gestures, the instinctive voice, etc etc. How strange; perhaps, people should learn how to interpret others much more efficiently.
But back to the actual bread!
Jay couldn't help but feel off about eating sweets in a replacement to a meal. Still, he didn't want to patronize someone feeding him, thus he kept to himself and pointed at a healthy broth of chicken and vegitables. It looked warm in that bowl of his and he was absolutely famished for such a meal. Minami paid, the broth barely putting a scratch on her funds, and Jay pulled back from food line.
"You . . . really like sweets," Jay meekly muttered as he ate his soup, "don't you . . ."