"At least I don't look like I rolled down a hill on my way home," Rukia snaps as she stuffs one of last night's biscuits in her mouth. This is why they always make some the night before the Reaping. Just in case.

Now that breakfast is at least nominally taken care of, she can grump back and start putting on her Reaping Day clothes. At least the dress still fits okay. That's something, right? Might as well find some bright side to being so damn short. She makes a show of hogging their busted up mirror while she deals with her hair. Renji hates it when she does that. Heh.