Shall I Entrust My Fate to your Sword? (PRIVATE/ Dream RP)

Things had been...quiet, for the most part since the camping trip. While Tamamo hadn't called on him much since...that...he still acted generally in deference to her whims. He hadn't taken down his home decorations, and had restricted his cooking escapades to his adventures as the Mysterious Chef of Justice. While it was more than a little limiting, it was nothing he minded...at least, until his old Master had blundered back into his life.

So, he had a dinner date planned for Seven. Not that he didn't have plausible deniability that this was a date. He had every reason to want to talk to her more...but Rin seemed rather keen on making sure it had that label. With a sigh, he begins to get some food ready for cooking...while it would be nice to get food cooking, there were two problems with that. At this point, if Tamamo were to barge in, it would only lead to a mild scolding if he were to say he was only doing some basic preparation while waiting for her to come and cook for him. On the other...Rin was not exactly known for being punctual.

His caution proved accurate as the wall clock ticked well past eight, without sight of Rin. At this point he decided he could start cooking...not only did Tamamo nearly always arrive well before this time, but either Rin would be there and have food on it's way soon, or he would eat by himself. He was gratified when, after a short bit of time, he heard a knock on the door. This was good. Tamamo would have simply entered.

"Coming." He calls out, finishing some manipulations of the food to let it sit in the pan for a few minutes, before opening the door. "Hello, Rin. I hope it wasn't too hard to find. Come in." Her look of impatience made it clear that it was hard to find, but that wasn't worth commenting on for now. Besides, she would likely advance the opinion herself.