Though Souji was still learning the nuances of British humour he knew Dan well enough to spot a naughty jest. There was a particular angle to the man's smirk and pitch in his voice--- like a tantalizing glimpse of skin that enticed but promised nothing. The samurai did not blush but instead swatted Dan's arm very lightly in mock-chastising. Doe-eyed he may be but hardly innocent; there was little bawdier than a group of drunk and mostly celibate warriors! "You dare tout wares you have no intention of showing!" Souji teased back, donning his most endearing pout.
The earthy scent of green tea powder tantalized above other foods with its soothing aroma. One thing their two cultures shared was a belief in the inherent power of tea. It was a pillar stabilizing the floor of society with lasting tradition and community. Hot tea was the answer to most dilemmas. Souji folded his hands politely atop his kimono-swathed knees as Dan explained and unpacked. Once more a pang of deepest affection throbbed through his veins. Such care and effort when no debt was owed! The elder man was not even family, who gave gifts and threw parties because that is what relations did for one another. Souji had not been treasured so in his memory. But he elected not to explain this lest Dan grow embarrassed. It was probably not so special in 21st century England.
"It is home enough. More than I expected to see while here. I miss my brothers and my people... but there are things on the TARDIS that are becoming precious. Home is made by the love and comfort you feel in a place, I believe." He smiled in the soft, slightly dreamy way that tempered his usual bright grin with moonlight rather than sun. Yes, he was finding things to love in this new place as well. The classroom in which he tenderly looked after a ragtag group of children. The riotous expanse of the Garden with its numerous species of flora. People he would never have known otherwise from places not found in books. And of course, the handsome journalist who treated him as something more than a talented soldier. Nor did he mind learning about foreign things. They were different and he sometimes felt the compulsion to shy from newness... but on the whole he was interested and liked some of what he had discovered. Speaking of which... "Are those sweets?" Souji asked, indicating the sandwiches. He had never seen anything quite like them.