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[Light]

"A caster huh," Masaki sets the pan down on the counter, "I imagine that you'll be a wonderful caster,"

[~echo~]

Sake blushed and smiled. "Are you just saying that because I'm your sister?"

[Light]

"No," he shakes head amused, "Someone in the family has to be the amazing caster, and I figured it was going to be you,"

[~echo~]

Sake grinned and shrugged. "Maybe."

[Light]

"Mhm," he carefully starts layering the pasta, "Can you grab the shredded cheese from the fridge, I forgot it,"

[~echo~]

Sake smiled and trotted to the kitchen, rummaging around a bit before finding the cheese and handed it to him. "Here you go," she said perkily.

[Light]

"Thanks," he gratefully says. He opens the package and starts spreading it out onto the first layer, his attention partially focused on the task, "So... what do you like, uh... doing?"

[~echo~]

Sake smiled as she thought. "I love drawing... and reading..."

[Light]

"Reading is quite nice," he opens the oven, and slides the deep dish inside of it. "I for one, cannot draw a stick figure to save my life,"

[~echo~]

She smiled indulgently. "I can show you some of my work sometime, if you like."

[Light]

"I would love to see it, if you would show me," he agrees while twisting the temperature to the over over to a higher level, "Maybe sometime after your unpacked and settled,"

[~echo~]

She nodded, clasping her hands in front of her body. "I can get it out soon."

[Light]

"Alright then," he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. "Sounds good."

[~echo~]

(Timeskip?)

[Light]

(Shure :3)

[~echo~]

(Would you start?)

[Light]

( Σ( ﾟωﾟ；) I could have sworn I typed in... My brain is just fried!)

TIME SKIP

Their mother had gotten back around six at night; and Masaki had the table set up and was sitting stoically in his chair as the woman sat her bag on the couch and walked into the dining room, "Ah, Sake, I see you two didn't destroy the house, so all my worrying was for nothing,"

[~echo~]

Sake smiled at her mother who she liked to fancy she looked like. She was sketching in her large sketchbook but stopped when she saw we mom. "Yes," she grinned. "And Masaki made us dinner!"