[The young lady's friend is definitely getting a cake for herself and appears to be encouraging her friend to do the same. Reisi pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, an amused expression playing on his features. Were he in the friend's position, he might very well do the same, depending on the friend, of course.

He softly exhales before taking on a more patient look.]

You're right; I take on the form of a cravat and am worn at his neck. Seems that neither of us has a weaponized vessel form... [No that this bothers him in the slightest, but Reisi can't help wondering if Kurosaki would rather have that be the case. ]

Nothing seemed amiss from my end. Was there something the matter with Kurosaki-san?