“sen.. bon..?“
a foreign word if ever there was one; strange,
considering the other always had one
in his mouth.
“.. does it.. taste good?"

"What, really?” he arches a brow, neatly plucking the senbon from between his teeth. “S'not food. It’s a ninja tool. Like kunai."
Holding it between two fingers, he lets the other get a closer look. "I spit it at people. It usually kills ‘em.” he adds conversationally.