Adam laughs softly. "That's what happens when Takashi uses the kitchen." His tone is apologetic as he raises a helpless eyebrow.

"I married him for his looks, not his cooking skills."

Still, he waves off Ritsuka's apologies. "This is your kitchen too, you're free to use it any time you like. I just came to make myself a cup of tea. Though," He sniffs at the air for a moment, peeking over at his plate, "You weren't kidding about being able to cook. What'd you make?"