Of this particular custom, Rukia knew nothing. She did, however, feel responsible for the outcome of the meal, and she did want to learn how to serve the food properly. She scooped the rice into a bowl, then ladled it with plenty of curry sauce before extending it to Raven. Of course he should eat first; he was the guest, and he had purchased the ingredients with his own money. Then she dished up some for herself and sat down, plucking up her chopsticks. It smelled good, and it didn't look unappetizing. All that was left was to taste it.

She took a bite, resting her chopsticks against her mouth thoughtfully.

Then her expression brightened. "Oh! It's good!" It was really good. And spicy! It was the sort of dish she could envision her brother enjoying.