[ Oh, that shower was nice. No other people milling around, water that stays hot without suddenly going cold, and an array of decent shower products instead of just the cheap bar soap and 3-in-1 shampoo available down in the basements. Though Fuuta had done his best not to use up too much of anything expensive-looking, he'd still made good use of the bottles lining the tub, and he smells of Rin's shampoo by the time he emerges from the bathroom after close to half an hour.

His cheeks are a little pink from the hot water, his towel-dried hair sticking out in odd directions, and he's finishing up applying a fresh bandage to his cheek as he ambles towards the kitchen. ]

Oh, it smells good in here ...

[ The shower might have also made him a little muzzy and lax, his mumble coming more relaxed and honest than usual as he takes a deep inhale. Then he pads over, tossing out the bandage's paper backing before leaning over to look around Rin's shoulder to see what she's doing. He's not sure when's the last time he saw someone cooking -- maybe his sister, before she left for cosmetology school. ]

I'm fine, I can wait. ... this all looks real complicated. I didn't know you're so good at cooking.