Yamikage responded back, sarcastically flat in his delivery. He’d fashioned a fishing pole a while ago now. So he was fishing now. Fish was the only thing he’d eaten, other than meat. His breath would often stink of it.
Next to Yamikage there is a basket of fish, made of reed. Then there’s also some.. Tins of popcorn.
“Because anything I do is now illegal, apparently.”
Yamikage didn’t sound humored. He sounded more annoyed, like he didn’t get the joke.
“What is it you were thinking of talking about.”
It’s a command, not a question that Yamikage is trying to draw out. He has no time to be polite to Jecra.