rockandranmaru:

“Oi, I take offense to that. I’m not punk, I’m a rocker. Get it right if you’e gonna throw the word around.”

Taking the plate he took a bite with a nodding approval of the taste. As to be expected though. “It’s good.” A little surprised at what was said he was petty sure they could all fix anything in the terms of food. “Really? I doubt you’re that bad at it. Reiji makes desserts.” Woops. ”Either way, thanks for the food I guess.”

“As in style and attitude. You really are more of a baka than I thought.”

She nearly threw a towel at his head for comparing her to her brother. Remaining calm, she spoke in her normal monotone voice. “Well, I’m not my brother, and apparently, I’ve inherited a cooking gene of can’t cook dessert at all costs without poisoning someone. I’m the defect.” Well, that took a turn for depressing. “It’s not a problem. Thanks for letting me cook for you.”