[Shinjiro's looking at it and remembering... different times. When he was in the Dreamer Union headquarters, cooking for the others. Now, he never really gets to do it; he mostly moves between cheap hotel rooms, staying with the occasional acquaintance for a weekend, and sometimes outright sleeping in an alley or park. There isn't a lot of time for cooking. There definitely isn't the equipment for it.

He looks up when Lisa speaks. Then, Shinjiro grunts. And for a second, it seems like that might be all he has to say. Then, finally, he finds his voice.]

Yeah. If it's not fresh, that shit won't cut it. [He walks over, picks up a lemon, and tosses it, then catches it. His old trick for telling ripeness.] Good enough for juice, still. Not sure I'd use it for anything you wanted the fruit for.