The smell of takeout follows them into her home.

Twisting the handle of the plastic bag holding their food around her fingers, her hand shakes as she goes to flick on the light. "I'll get some plates."

Sesshoumaru gives a dismissive wave, dropping her keys on the console. "Do not on my account. The containers are fine."

She looks away. "I'll just get them."

"Kagome—"

"I want plates!" Pink sparks from her fingertips as she screeches, and he watches with raised brows as her chest heaves, red rushing into her face. "I just…need a minute."

His lips purse. "Okay."