Hao stepped away from the box he had been opening and walked over to Mo Xixi, who was still staring into the carton.
"Yes, this is the one, Little Xixi."
He reached in and picked one up.
There was a soft crinkle as the wrapper shifted under his fingers, a faint rustle like dried leaves brushing together. The onigiri was cool and firm to the touch, the seaweed gently hugging the rice in a neat triangle.
"It's called Tuna Mayo Onigiri."
Mo Xixi blinked. Little Sneak tilted his head, nose twitching.
"You see." Hao began, holding the onigiri up.
"Oni' doesn't mean demon, don't worry, and 'giri' isn't a sword technique."
"It's just a name that means squished-together rice that you can hold with one hand. Easy to carry. Good for travel. Or late-night hunger attacks."
Yoru nodded as if he completely understood it.
He pointed at the center. "And inside? That's tuna. A fish. Big one."
"Lives in the sea. Tastes amazing when mashed up soft like this."
Yoru gave a confused meow.
