Rashomon [Makoto, Shishiyuki]

"I do. I like to cook."

She thought about also clarifying that she didn't like when other people took the lead on cooking, it was nice and all when Abalia brought cooking but she did prefer to do it herself. It was just a tick for her, on one hand she wondered about Shishiyuki after all there was no reason for her to need to learn to cook but she striked her as someone who had some competency or else why would her own kitchen be so stocked and ready?

"I'm not really good at anything fancy though, I'm more of a practical kind of cook and I like making extras for afterwards. Do you cook often? I mean like, you probably don't have to in your position or anything but it seems like your thing."

What a surprising response, Makoto looked a little bit longer than she meant to until it occurred to her that she was hearing Shishiyuki say that she delegated. It was just so weird to hear it, even if she did believe expect that being a noble and all but it was just surprising. That's all.

"Oh, of course. I'd love to teach you how to cook."

Maybe she sounded a little bit more excited than she meant to convey to Shishiyuki, an eager enthusiasm that she didn't normally have. Maybe it was to be able to return a little bit from all the help with her martial arts, or maybe she just found the idea of teaching her something to be a nice change of pace.

"So, what do you like to cook then? I can't really teach you if I don't know what you're capable of doing. Well besides the basics but I'd never have to teach you the basics, right?"

It sounded like she was talking broadly over any and all subjects, that she was omnipotent although it was really her own nerves which made her stretch it outside of just cooking.

"Like what?"

It was a stupid question that she just said as a small tad of nerves wanting her to say something or keep commenting on rather than settling to silence and Makoto sure knew that there was definitely things that they would probably have different strengths and weaknesses in. Romance and stuff for certain given that she had already known that prior to asking her to extrapolate without thinking.

"It's not bad to be have simple tastes though.. I used to think cooking was boring, I just needed to cook when I was in the academy."

"I think you're putting too much faith in how well I was with people growing up. I was uh, especially shy and withdrawn as a child and it only got worse after I was left on my own."

Then the story went that she opened up to a guy, and he betrayed her repeatedly and that's where she liked to end how much she spent reminiscing about those days. Makoto didn't like to idea of it being unrefined either, it did make her want to teach her a little more. Like she could work the bends out of her technique and skills to help her grow, it was like why she decided to try and teach at the academy.

That and to try and add extra workload onto her.

"I mean, you don't show it if you do feel that way. You're always so graceful."

It was to be expected that her heart raced just that little faster at the touch to her hand, she could almost anticipate it now given the course of the night. If her romance was like a muscle though then it was atrophied and she felt like a dancer that was trying to step around egg shells or who was one step off slipping like a novice. Maybe she would've been more witty or confident in her younger years but all she could find herself doing was taking the hand in her own and giving it a small squeeze.

"That makes me very happy to hear... I want you to share everything with me."

She didn't know whether she had to say that she wanted to share everything with her too, for some reason she thought it sounded more romantic and confident if she kept it brief. That it should be read through that sub-text, a direct look to those onyx eyes with her crimson ones while holding the look and maintain that bridge between their eyes.