[Shindou's curiosity is met with a soft smile of his own, eyes closing in slight contemplation as he mulls over how to phrase this. Maybe it was because Tsurugi was so short on words as it is, he had to choose the correct ones, and certainly no more than necessary. His fingers drift over the box of pocky, sliding along the edge of it and fiddling with the perforated edge.]

Most of the time, no. My parents often wanted us to make sure we didn't eat after we got ready for bed.

[But his face grows warmer at this part eyes opening as he punctures that perforated seal on the box, quietly opening it to reveal the packet of pocky inside.]

But if it was a special occasion, like New Years or if we had special company over, we'd ask.

...

I think this counts as special.