Ichigo couldn't help smiling at the fox’s enthusiasm and also couldn't help reaching out to pet it on the head. It was kind of a reflex for him. Something he often did whenever one of his many younger brothers ran excitedly up to him to tell him all about their latest exploits. The urge to cry resurfaced again for a moment and a shadow of sorrow passed briefly across his face as he thought of how they were probably all dead... But he suppressed it again for now. He kept on smiling.

‘I see! I'll love to try all that and to see the things you've managed to collect! What is pizza though?’