when u mom com home and make hte spagheti
From an objective standpoint, his family didn't seem like the type to order takeout.
He was acquainted with their types in a peripheral sense (if a pair of preppy yakuzas voluntarily making the choice to drape themselves in plaid was an ethical clothing choice instead of a step toward walking fashion disasters, as they legitimately lived and breathed). These were filthy rich, assumably so from their repertoire of exorbitant fabrics and cufflinks, which left Koujaku at quite a loss. It wasn't that he hadn't been wealthy, but he'd side-stepped the role of scion heir years ago, casting it off with obligation and any long-term ticket toward culpability. As such, after that ... admittedly disconcerting conversation with his wife, he holed himself up in the kitchen and set to work on a half-decent peace offering. Koujaku had called them in some indiscriminate hour during early evening, and standing before them with the fingers of one hand deftly twisted around wok ladle, he appraised them with a grin that definitely took the greater portion of his willpower to actively maintain.
"Sorry to keep you both waiting. It took some cabinet scrounging to find a few ingredients. It's a good thing I went out for a quick grocery run before arriving here, or we might've gone to bed on empty stomachs," he announces, gaze squared and zeroing in on his wife and kid with an imbedded assumability for surface-level confidence, "l have to admit — I'm not a very good cook, but is Yakiudon alright? I don't know what your favorite dishes are, but we have all the time in the world to get properly acquainted in the meantime." Gesturing at the table already laid out in a myriad of utensils and porcelain dishes, he reaches back to tap the steaming pot (a by-product of amateur culinary skills and the tenacity of one would-be samurai marginally discomposed hairstlist) positioned at the heart of the display. Dinnertime could go one of two ways, but he was fairly dead-set on demonstrating no ill will towards them or their shared dilemma.
"Well, there's no use in standing around here and letting it all go to waste. Come and eat while it's still hot."
