#[ he still prefers her over kakuya and would not leave her to die (if he can help it) ]

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    Of course, while he was certainly open to suggestions, Akira would obviously draw the line at Ryu potentially wanting him to make something as time consuming as, for instance... smoked and cured salmon, especially considering he didn't yet have a smoker, but thankfully, she confirmed her normalcy by instead telling him she wanted nikujaga for dinner. To that end, he'll soon mull it over with a gloved hand clasped against his tilting head while his brows subsequently dipped a bit lower beneath his dark, wispy fringes in a subtle display of quiet contemplation.

    "...Yeah, I could easily whip that up," Akira acknowledges at long last before eventually lowering his hand back down along his side and ambling his way over to the staircase so he could ascend it. "Since I do still have onions, carrots, potatoes, and sukiyaki beef lying around in my fridge, I could make a version without shirataki noodles using the pot Aunt Natsumi gave me last year," he finds himself musing out loud while climbing up each step. Naturally, it would be nothing all that special... just your average, run of the mill nikujaga using standard Japanese ingredients, but with Ami being rather easy to please, he doesn't doubt she'll over-exaggerate how delicious it was; after all, that girl already makes it sound like he was some excellent five star chef, even though their meals only ever consisted of simple stir frys, hamburger steak, omurice, and less complicated Japanese dishes.

    "I'll also boil some extra rice. Anything else you want in it, though, it'll have to come from your place." By the time he finally reaches his front door, Akira turns back around to face Ryu. ...In other words, if she wanted more green vegetables or some sesame seeds on the carrots, then she'll have to lend him the ingredients from her own apartment, because those were things he has yet to buy.

What a sweet, beautiful angel of a kid, her heart delighted with the thought of being so fondly regarded. “    It was high time I got recognition for being funny! Your aunt is raising her so well.   ”  She was positively tickled by the admission, even if she slipped a small joke. Something about someone else taking heed of her absence made her feel a little warm inside. But she doesn’t voice that, gently patting Akira’s shoulder before letting her arm fall back at her sides. “   I’ll be sure to let her know. Can’t go disappointing my number one fan. You being second of course.   ” Ryu grins, stepping back a moment as he fastens the lock for his motorcycle. Ami was a good kid. But she also had good people around her. She’d met Natsumi a few times, busy woman it seemed, but she was always kind. And though his general apathy could be hard to read at times; Akira's actions were enough. The dynamic made her a little reminiscent over her own brother, Akira and him differed a lot, but some of the ways he’d take care of Ami reminded her of him. She’d never go hungry at his table, that was for sure.

“   Dinner for three? I’d love that!   ” She rests her hands against her hips– choices, choices. Besides the obvious cuts of meats waiting back in her apartment, Ryu could go for just about anything. Her stomach was a permissive beast and if it was being offered, she’d never refuse! But seeing as he was giving her a choice… “   Well, I wouldn’t mind having nikujaga tonight, seeing as it’s been real cold lately and all?   ” She says tentatively, gauging his reaction to the suggestion.