“You can sit down and stay out from under my feet while I make the tea.” Kaito clipped and opened the pantry for the tea. A beat up plain grey kettle came in to view along with a small earthen pot. After he water was put on the stove Kaito moved back into the pantry and pulled down some Walker shortbread cookies in a red tin.
Smoothly Kaito moved about the tiny kitchen with practiced ease. Pulling out the bone china tea set with the gold trim and rose overlay, arranging the cups, pot and cookies on plates and a tray in the same design. Sugar came off a high self in the cabinet above the stove and cream ventured from the fridge in a matter of minutes the only thing they waited for was the water.
Stay out from under… oh. “Oh! Right, ah, apologies, Kuroba-kun!” Hakuba backpedalled from his former classmate, retreating to a chair over yonder to observe from a safe distance. It didn’t keep his gaze from wandering, though, memorizing every little detail that he could about the kitchen and what he could see of the rest of the house.
Of course, he then noticed the particular brand of cookie and cocked his head to one side, curious and yet again surprised. Other puzzle pieces fell into place the longer he watched, too, painting a familiar yet vague sort of picture that he felt he should have been able to recognize before.
The tea set’s design… sugar, cream, shortbread cookies? Was Kuroba not making matcha? Who didn’t make matcha for guests? And if not green tea, what kind of tea was Kuroba making? He leaned forward in hopes of getting a better view, but in the interest of staying out of the way, he never let himself quite leave the chair – only almost.
“Do you still have everything well in hand, Kuroba-kun?” he called.