[She grinned from ear to ear and if she could have shaken her head with any force she would have.]

No, not at all. That sound wonderful. I don't care if it's my favorite. We can save that for a special occasion. The thought of a home cooked meal being my first meal that I can taste sounds positively divine. You're spoiling me, I promise.

[That wasn't even her buttering Makoto up. The truth was she'd been starved for 'real' food that didn't taste awful, so it could have been crap and she would have loved it. That she was pretty sure it wasn't actually going to be bad, and that it was from someone she liked? That was an added bonus.

She returned the hug, squeezing while she had the chance. The contact was appreciated, and a gentle reminder that there was a definite difference both in strength and height, not that she minded.]

Don't you worry about a thing. I know I'm going to enjoy this.