The moment Sumire crosses the threshold into the kitchen, something in her posture eases. Calling it confidence might still be a bit of a stretch, but this is where she's the most at home, the most certain of her skills. This is the one thing Kasumi was never better at.

She opens the fridge and starts rooting around. "That's the stuff Aragaki-san wanted... this is somebody's leftovers... good gods, how long has that been in here?... ooh! Could you check the pantry and see how much rice we have?"

So far, she's found the unclaimed makings of a decent stir-fry.