He leaves to go to the kitchen, preparing the karaage; chicken, oil, deep fry, and coated with ginger – of course seasoning the other bits of food as well. A hum of satisfaction leaves his lips as the delicious scent reaches his nose, sighing to himself.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
“Ta-da! It’s complete!”
With the plate of karaage in his hand, he walks over to where the other’s sitting and stops. An impish grin grows on his face as he hides the plate behind him, trying to keep himself from laughing as he opens his mouth again to speak words of mischief.
“If you want to eat, you should compliment the chef. It’s your payment for me making food for you!”
