The unexpected company in the living room was more than enough for Akane to deal with, no matter if she was sick or not, and retreated to the confines of the kitchen. Although muffled, the cooing noises coming from the girls inside of the house were still audible and she began to knock around pots and pans in a vain attempt to drown out the sickening sounds. Kasumi had not left Ranma and Akane empty handed for lunch. The rice cooker had been filled and a small container of pork and vegetables sat in the refrigerator for when they got hungry. Akane was quite thankful that lunch preparations had not been left to her. Otherwise she might find out what truly sick was! She placed the cold pork dish on a plate, afraid of ruining it if she tried to heat it up, spooned some rice into a bowl, and stood next to the counter as she ate. The dish was tasty and filling, but not nearly as good when it was still steaming from being fresh from the pan. The inviting scents of Shampoo and Ukyo's dishes wafted subtley into the kitchen, intermingling with the frigid smell of sweet and sour pork. Akane began to hum to herself as she ate, but began to find herself more and more irritated. Honestly, she was the one who was sick in her OWN house.
Ranma could have at least asked her if she minded company when she was feeling under the weather. Now she felt cornered in the kitchen, like a prisoner in her home.

Akane stuffed a large ball of rice into her mouth and chewed slowly as frown lines became more distinct atop her forehead. Her mind drilled away at the supposed scene going on in the other room, as the sounds of giggling enhanced her thoughts. Finally she could take no more. She slammed down her rice bowl and stormed out of the kitchen with the plate of pork in hand.

Ranma had a rather miserable and pathetic expression on his face while surrounded by the two beaming cooks as they shoved plates of hot food under his nose. "Try this! Shampoo made especially for husband," urged Shampoo as she placed the dish on the table befor him.

"No, try this one, sugar. I know how much you love my okonomiyaki," argued Ukyo, as she slid her plate in place of Shampoo's.

Shampoo glared at the giant spatuala-wielding girl. "You butt out. Ranma like Shampoo's ramen much better than nasty pancake!"

"What do you mean nasty!" demanded Ukyo. "I made mine from scratch, right of the griddle. You probably just added water and powdered flavoring to make yours."

"Shampoo do no such thing. That is great insult to Amazons."

"Well if the slipper fits..."

Ranma pulled his collar away from his throat as things were beginning to heat up in the room from the flaming tempers. Suddenly a plate came flying across the table, knocking the other two dishes across the room.

"RANMA!"

Ranma swallowed hard. Akane appeared in the doorway almost as quickly as her plate had. "Akane. Um...what's up?"

Akane growled and Ranma knew instantly that he had said the wrong thing. Shampoo and Ukyo fell silent and Akane entered the living room and knelt at the other end of the table, across from where Ranma sat. "What is the matter with you? You know that Kasumi went to all that hard work preparing lunch for us while the family was out today.
Are you just going to let it go to waste?"

"N-no, I wouldn't do that. It's just th-that..." Ranma began to stammer.

"It's just that what, Ranma?"

Shampoo and Ukyo's eyes bounced back and forth like tennis balls watching the argument bounce back and forth.

"You know, I just didn't expect the girls to-"

"That's right, you didn't expect the girls to inundate you with food. So now you are going to dishonor Kasumi by letting her meal go to waste?"

"Akane, it's not like that."

"Well what is it like then?"

"You won't even give me a chance to explain."

"You aren't explaining much."

"Oh, you are an impossible, uncute tomboy."

"And you're a dirty pervert!"

"You are very rude girl!" interrupted Shampoo, causing both Ranma and Akane to turn in her direction.

"Excuse me?" inquired Akane quietly.

Ranma felt himself sink lower behind the table. This would go no where good.

"Shampoo say that you are rude. Crazy girl need mind her own business."

"Rude," shouted Akane much louder this time. "Look who's talking! You two are the ones who crashed into the house, uninvited. Who is going to fix the holes in the walls! Then you tell ME that I'm rude for being in a room in my own house!"

Shampoo nodded in a frowned response. "Well, you gotta admit hon, you are a little out of control," agreed Ukyo.

Akane threw her hands up into the air. "You are impossible."

She stomped towards the exit, stopping momentarily to glare at Ranma over her shoulder. "You three clearly deserve each other. I hope that you are all happy."

"It be better if only two," mumbled Shampoo quietly, but not enough for Ukyo not to take notice.

Ranma sat dumbfounded by what had taken place. He silently watched Akane make her way upstairs once again, and then looked down at the glistening pork in front of him, drowning out the two bickering girls behind him.