Rukia elbows Renji right back, but gives him some room easily enough. "Why nest in my hair when you brought a whole damn tree back, huh?" She makes a show of looking him over. "Nice twigs." Are there twigs? There might be... and there might not be. But now Renji gets to pat himself down looking for them.

...He might have a point about her hair, though. Her hair's always a mess in the morning even without tossing and turning from stupid nightmares. And today is Reaping Day, so someone might actually care about what it looks like. Ugh. It takes fighting with it for a few minutes, but Rukia finally gets it scraped back into a stupid little ponytail. It looks much better down, but whatever. Not like she wants to look good for the fucking Capitol anyway.

"There," she growls triumphantly. "I'm done with the stupid mirror." She starts hopping into her stupid Reaping Day shoes. "But since you're still making yourself pretty, I guess I better eat your breakfast." There! That's the second shoe on. Rukia makes a dash back to the kitchen to grab the other biscuit.