A/N: This is going to be a series of shorts. And when I say shorts, I mean "shorts". Hehee. Well, I hope you enjoy this!
Dinner is Served
Sniff. Sniff.
"What's that smell?"
Sniff. Sniff.
"Oh, it's just dinner."
"Aaa..."
A few seconds tick by.
"Are you sure it's dinner?"
A glare.
"Yes. Don't bother yourself over it."
A few more seconds tick by.
Sniff. Sniff.
"Maa, it's getting worse."
"Kenshin! I have it under control!"
"Okay!" A sigh of defeat.
Feet shuffle off to the kitchen.
Feet shuffle back.
".....Kenshin?"
"Yes, Miss Kaoru?"
"What were my tabi socks doing in the pan with the boiling water?"
Blink. Blink. Blink.
A slap to the forehead.
Face fault.
"Sessha was washing them..."
"Well, you were right, that smell wasn't dinner..."
Holds up soggy, rice-y socks and a pair of chopsticks and offers them to him.
"-unless you want to eat this..."
Kenshin falls over, swirly eyes and all.