"So why am I here, again?"

Ran rolled her eyes, "I already told you, baka. You're our taste tester. I'm teaching Hattori-kun to cook, so we made something together, and we want to know what you think of it."

"Ah." Shinichi blinked, "Wait, you want me to eat Hattori's cooking?"

Ran punched him lightly on the arm, "Oh, be nice. He tried hard, and I'm sure they turned out wonderfully."

Shinichi raised an eyebrow, "But you don't actually know?"

"Well, no." Ran answered hesitantly, "I left him alone for the last few steps, but I'm sure he managed just fine. It's rather hard to mess up deviled eggs."

"I'm sure he's managed." Shinichi grumbled. Ran shot him a glare.

"Hattori-kun, we're back!" Ran called as she swung open the door to her house. The Osakan looked up from the kitchen counter and grinned.

"Hey Neecha, Kudo! I just finished!"

Ran smiled, "Excellent! Let's see them."

Heiji trotted over to the kitchen table carrying a plate with eight deviled eggs on it. Grinning, he set it down on the table with a flourish.

"Ta-da!"

"Very nice." Shinichi drawled. Heiji responded maturely by sticking his tongue out.

"Just eat the eggs, Kudo."

Shinichi rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine." He selected one of the eggs, bit off half of it…

…and promptly spat it back out.

"What is in there?!"

Ran blinked at him, while Heiji looked sheepish.

"Just egg, mayonnaise and paprika." Ran frowned, "Right, Hattori-kun?"

Heiji laughed nervously. Shinichi glared at him.

"What did you put in, Hattori?"

Heiji scratched at his face and chuckled nervously, "Umm, well…"

"Hattori."

"Neechan was out of mayo."

"So what did you put in?"

"Well… you had some marshmallow fluff. And I figured, it's white, and it kinda looks like mayonnaise, so I didn't think it would make much of a difference…"

"Hattori-kun, mayo and marshmallows are two very different things." Ran sighed.

"Well I know that now."

Shinichi pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, "Remind me to never eat anything Hattori makes in the future."

Heiji scowled and reached for a deviled egg, "Oh, come on. They can't be that bad."

"They are."

Heiji glared at Shinichi and bit into the egg. He chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"This is good."

Shinichi scowled, "I think your taste buds have atrophied from all that time in Osaka."

"Oi!" Heiji protested, "Osakan cuisine is the best in all of Japan!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Hattori." Shinichi flapped a hand at the detective, "Just as long as I don't to eat you cooking again."

"Heiji scowled, "You have no taste."