cakes. the time to bake is upon me.

do not thank me. i do this because i want to. sir will not eat the cake, but i know that you will.

i trust that you will. it was never up for debate to begin with.

(takes a moment to think.) both.

i would hope so. also, i am taking meal requests, free of charge. is there anything in particular that you would fancy? furthermore, would you do me the honor of advertising my services to your friends?

deserved.

(performing a thankful bow.) it would be highly appreciated. curry is very doable. i have not prepared curry in a while, so it will be exciting to make it for you, baby brother.

(internally melting. she is so very soft. hugging him back.) you are welcome.

and so the arguing continues.

(cooking an omelette.)

breakfast was served 30 minutes ago. you were too busy on your laptop to acknowledge it.

when any meal is served, the work ceases or continues with the meal in hand. you know this. i will reheat your meal just this once.

flattery will only get you sent back to the shadow realm.

(preparing her weapons to bodyguard the wedding. she has been waiting for a moment like this.)

(following him around in her lovely kimono. trying to fix his suit while he's ordering people around is a hassle.)

(has been sitting on the roof for the entire wedding, bodyguarding the event. nobody attempted anything. sigh. how boring. she cleaned and sharpened her weapons for nothing.)

(a double door entrance. the right door slowly inched open with a loud, eerie creak, only opening enough for a glowing white iris to peer out.) ...yes?

disturbing.

(the wide-eyed empty stare continued a few moments more before the door was completely opened. she stepped off to the side to allow him in.) welcome. he is in the studio on the bottom floor waiting for you. . . . also, do you possess any dietary restrictions?

no.