Tch. Idiot. You're damn lucky I don't feel like smacking you around today.

[With a sigh and a soft grumble, Baiken sank down to sit beside him as suggested. She hesitated for just a moment, glancing up at the tree, before shaking her head and digging up her right sleeve.]

Ain't exactly too great, but hell. It's a bit of a taste of home.

[And with that, she pulled a small package from her sleeve: the first five plums from her own gift tree. Looking embarrassed - but with a defensive tensing of the shoulders - she held the package out for Anji to take.]