"I'm not big on sweet stuff," Setsuna said with a shrug. The scent of cooking cheese and bread make an impression on the teen. He looked embarrassed as a complaint gurgled from his stomach, making it clear he was hungrier than he thought.

"Ah...don't suppose you could make three for me, instead?" he asked, sheepish, arms around his stomach.

At first seeing the spatula aimed in his direction, Setsuna went stiff, eyes narrowing for a second, then his eyes followed in full to the drink and he relaxed.

"No," Setsuna tried to clarify with, "I mean, I should clean the kitchen when you're done. You know, do something in return?"