RAN RAN:

Well that was easy. “Mhm.” 

                 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!”