Kisame dipped his head in acknowledgement of the compliment, taking the time to admire the summons. Beautiful, delicate-looking, but oh so deadly, just like their mistress. They had a soothing sort of motion that the predatory fish of the Hoshigaki compound din’t quite have. Not that they weren’t elegant too, in their way, but it was the grace of a predator on the hunt, and not the ethereal dance before him.

“I learned that lesson the hard way a long time ago, eh? And we spoil each other, if what I think is in that tin really is.”

Well, it could have been a variety of his favorite treats and the statement would still be valid. Even if it wasn’t, Shishito-san always served excellent snacks to go with their tea.

He set the pot on the trivet and settled himself. “In an environment like this, it helps for the heads of departments that work so closely to get along well.”