Even if there's not one, I bet we could still make a picnic or somethin'!

[Food. It's all that's ever on his mind.

The train slows to a stop, and Goku peers out the window at this new platform, which looks relatively like the one they'd been on previously. Huh. It's almost like they didn't go anywhere at all. He shifts from his seat, standing and stretching and mourning the empty container that once held riceballs, but he'll follow Hakkai off the train once he disembarks.]

Hey, Hakkai? Y'think we have birthdays too? I mean, we're dead, and if I had one I can't remember it, but.