“Unshelled, the spoiled brat.” Kaito sighed and leaned back into his chair. Hand swiping his bangs back away from his face again. He was starting to relax now that the other was. Letting his bangs and hand fall back he smiled at Hakuba. “What are we eating for dinner?”
“I believe it’s roast beef with mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, peas, carrots, rolls… that’s the main course, anyway. I imagine…” Hakuba let his own elbow rest against the corner of the table as he leaned back against the chair, humming. “There will likely be a bit of soup… fried artichokes… various breads… then the main course, another little something interim… and finally, dessert.”
It, like the room, was very western in style, but none of it contained fish, and Hakuba had high hopes that it would be well received. Who didn’t like roast beef, after all?
“Again, a little formal, but it’s been a while since I played host, so you may have to forgive me. Next time, ah… ” Hakuba glanced to his side, averting his gaze. “Next time, we can get takeout and eat it in the parlor.”