When Ariana and Quatre reached the kitchen, there was smoke billowing out along the ceiling. A litany of "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" poured from Ariana's mouth, as the two of them ducked under the smoke to try and reach the oven. Quatre made Ariana stay by the sink, and ran over to turn off the stove. Neither could find the potholder anywhere to help rescue their precious pie. So all they could do was open all the windows and turn off the smoking oven. Fortunately the fire alarms never went off, dousing them in a cold torrent of water, but the head chef's alarm was definitely shrieking. Ariana was very close to decking him with a frying pan if he didn't stop whining about his magnificent kitchen being destroyed. Eventually he shut up, but only after most of the smoke had dissipated out the windows, blown by his incessant howls. Ariana looked around the room, still trying to locate a potholder, so her pie didn't just sit and smolder in the oven, when she noticed something curious on the counter.

"Quatre?"

"Uh, yea?" Quatre looked at her curiously, as he was attempting to calm the furious chef.

Ariana lifted their pie, which was a nice golden flaky color, and gave him a 'what-just-happened?' look. Quatre just blinked at the pie.

"But that's.. that's our pie."

"Yea, the one that's supposed to be burnt to cinders in the oven right now."

"Exactly."

"I took it out."

"Huh?" both Quatre and Ariana turned to look at the newcomer. Quatre flushed.

"Who are you? And please you can't smoke in my house."

"Hmph, your oven just was."

"Well, that was an unexplained accident."

Ariana was just staring at the tall man with shoulder length brown hair, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses. She was trying to desperately calm herself, finding no reason for her absolute and utter fear of this man. 'Shut up, Ariana! First find out who he is before you run and hide under the bed.' But when he looked at her, all she wanted to do was crawl in some hole to hide. Unconsciously, she took a step behind Quatre to put him between her and the strange man. He just blinked at her when she stepped away from him. Quatre was trying to be firm but polite in his attempts to gain knowledge of the man's name.

"Please, your name would be helpful."

"Oh, right." The man put out his cigarette on the counter, much to the displeasure of the chef and Quatre. "My name is Yohji. I'm here with Omi."

Quatre just sighed a soft "oh" before continuing, "Nice to meet you Yohji, my name would be Quatre Rebarbra Winner, and I am the owner of this house."

"Yea nice to meet you too." Yohji gave Ariana a glance. "And what's your name little miss."

Ariana blanched but somehow managed to talk, "Ariana."

"Such a pretty name, Ariana." Yohji smiled. Ariana wanted her toothbrush. [1]

Quatre interrupted the continuation of that conversation by talking to Yohji, who was now openly staring at Ariana.

"So, you took out our pie?"

"Ah, yea. The buzzer went off, so I took it out."

"Oh, sorry I wasn't here to greet you properly, but how exactly did you get in the house?"

"The butler."

"The butler?"

"Yea, the one with the toupee."

"Oh." Quatre was trying to desperately think of which butler had a toupee. Ariana decided she really didn't like this dude, even though all she knew about him was his name and that he smoked. And that he was really tall. Quatre couldn't get off his politeness streak.

"Sorry, but it seems that you have missed our small introduction ceremony."

"You had an introduction ceremony!?" Yohji asked incredulously, his glasses falling down his nose at his surprise.

Ariana giggled, remembering what had happened during the course of the "greeting ceremony". Yohji smiled at her, pushing his glasses up his nose. Ariana stopped giggling.

"Well not really, we just talked and introduced ourselves." Quatre stated matter-o-factly. Ariana nodded.

"No really." Yohji said, leaning himself against the counter.

Everyone turned when Aya walked in. He just glared at everyone and walked over to the fridge. As he raided the refrigerator, Yohji started talking again.

"So, Aya did you really sit and *chat* with these people?"

Aya shot him a glare, and went back to finding food.

"Hn."

"As eloquent as usual." Yohji smirked. "And in the presence of our lady friend."

Both Ariana and Quatre were startled by that comment, but this time Aya didn't even turn around.

"Knock it off Yohji. She's too young." Yohji's eyebrow quirked, then he gave Ariana a curious glance.

"So, how old are you exactly, sweetie-pie?"

Ariana shuddered. "16"

It was Yohji's turn to be startled.

"No kidding?" Ariana's further blush confirmed it as true.

"Damn, you're right, Aya. That is a little young for my wondrous 23 years."

"Hn." Was Aya's only comment as he tried to drink some milk from the carton.

That proved to be the last straw for the flustered chef, as he nearly screamed the house down trying to get them out of his kitchen.

As the four of them raced to get out of the kitchen, they ran into Trowa and Liz returning from the gym. Yohji gave Liz a once over and was about to open his mouth to talk, when Aya stopped him.

"No."

"Huh? Oh. Damn. This one too?" Yohji didn't bother whispering to his companion. Aya just glared back at him.

Liz gave Ariana a confused look, who just signaled 'don't ask' back. Then she signaled discreetly at Trowa questioningly. Liz just blushed and signaled back 'tell you later'. Both jumped when Trowa addressed them.

"Care to share?"

"Uh.. we have to go and change!" Ariana covered.

"Yea! You know, me-all sweaty and Ari-all floury." Liz lied.

"Yea! Got to go!" Ariana grabbed Liz's wrist and dragged her off toward the stairs.

"Bye!" Liz yelled over her shoulder, right as she ran into Ken. Again.

Ariana let out a huffy sigh as she helped untangle her friend from the heap on the floor. Once up, Liz let out a quick "Sorry Ken!" before taking off after Ariana, who had stalked away. Liz was worried that Ari was mad again, but it turned out that she had run away so she wouldn't laugh out loud at her friend's ability to crash and burn all the time.