Shinjiro enjoyed the idea of sharing food from his world, and was actually looking forward to experiencing dishes from other worlds, too. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity (the irony of that sentiment wasn't lost on him) and he'd really taken a while to think of just what he wanted to bring to share, and also when he wanted to share it. He never knew how to react to compliments, and he'd never really shared his food with anyone which left him uncertain whether it was actually any good. Koromaru loved it, and that little dog was a staunch critic, but Aigis wasn't around to translate what he actually thought of it most of the time.

Here, he might actually have to face criticism, and that meant he was uncertain. He hated being uncertain, so he kept his covered dish covered as he watched the door to the Gray building from the shadow of a nearby pillar, waiting until the coast was clear to head inside. The interior was decorated a lot more than he thought it'd be, but the table for the submissions was easy enough to find. He did his best to appear inconspicuous as he made his idling way over, set down his tray of stuffed onigiri with a little card, written in English, describing they were rice balls stuffed with barbeque pork, toward the edge of the table and made his best escape attempt before anyone could connect him to the dish.

The problem was, he was tall, lanky, dressed all in dark colors, and really stuck out in the festive surroundings.