( Silently examining his katana.
Maybe he should sharpen it. Never know what could happen. )
…Really? It’s not like I’m an actual cook. 💧
( He wasn’t sure how he could measure up to such unique food, frankly. He wouldn’t even know how that tasted. )
She sounds talented.
( Leaning on the railing of his balcony. With how late it is, it seems he’s having trouble falling asleep. )
Father's day--?
( He looked down at the bouquet...
He wouldn't call himself one, but Denji and Power /were/ pretty childish. Taking the bouquet, he smiled. )
...Thanks. This is, uh... A really beautiful bouquet. ///
