The Iron Folklorist Chef?

"You expect us to eat this?" Kantaro asked, poking a brown blob floating in his miso soup.

"Ichinomiya Kantaro, you should be happy that you have someone cooking for you!" Yoko cried, hugging her serving platter to her chest. "I slave all day cooking and cleaning and all the thanks I get is your complaining? Cook tomorrow's dinner yourself!" Yoko cried, running out of the room.

"She is coming back, right?" Haruka asked, slightly horrified at the thought of Kantaro cooking.

"I don't think so," Kantaro replied, happily slurping his soup.

"Someone please save me," Haruka muttered under his breath as he stared at the uneatable food in front of him.

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"Haruka!" Kantaro yelled from the kitchen.

"No! I refuse! Leave me alone!" Haruka yelled back, his nerves worn thin by the constant fighting between the folklorist and the female kitsune over food.

"Haruka-san," Suzu said happily as she entered the house and saw him in the hall.

"No!" He cried, rushing out the door.

"What is wrong with Haruka?" Suzu asked as Yoko came to see what the commotion was about.

"I don't know," Yoko shrugged. "What do you want to do today? Kantaro is cooking supper so we can be out all afternoon."

"Okay," Suzu grinned. "Let's go get Rosalie and then go to the fair!"

"Sounds like fun," Yoko grinned, shepherding the girl out the door.

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"I wonder what Kan-chan will make," Yoko sighed dreamily as she, Suzu and Rosalie wandered around the fair grounds.

"Hey, was that Kantaro?" Suzu suddenly yelled, pointing at a popular tea shop.

"It better not have been," Yoko said, grabbing the girl's hands and pulling them over to the tea shop entrance.

"I don't see him," Suzu sighed after standing there ten minutes. "Let's go, Yoko-san."

"Okay," Yoko grumbled, not satisfied that she hadn't been able to tell if Kantaro was in the shop or not.

Several hours later the three young women arrived back at the house, delicious smells drifting in the air.

"Smells good," Yoko sighed dreamily.

"Yeah," Suzu agreed.

"Good." Rosalie nodded, going to the door and opening it. She drifted down the hallway and into the dinning room, her eyes going round at the sight of a table laden with food.

"Kan-chan!" Yoko giggled as she entered the room. "It looks so good!"

"Thanks," Kantaro grinned as he brought a pot of tea into the room. "Haruka has been complaining for the last hour that he wanted to eat but you three weren't here so I stopped him."

"Humph," Haruka crossed his arms over his chest. "Can I eat now?"

"Yes, eat to your hearts content!" Kantaro raised his arms like he was flying as he spun into his seat.

"Itadakimasu," Yoko giggled as the dug in. "Kan-chan, I didn't know you were such a good cook!"

"Yeah," Haruka murmured.

"Well, I was going to make karaage and then I wanted kabayaki and onigiri, this was after Reiko-san came and told me that I needed to get my new manuscript in ASAP, so I just went over and saw Yuko and she made all of this." Kantaro grinned.

"You had Yuko-san make the food?!" Yoko stood up and pointed at Kantaro.

"Yes?" Kantaro looked up at her in confusion. "I thought you wanted a day off cooking."

"You were supposed to make it!" Yoko covered her face. "Idiot Kantaro!" She sobbed, running out of the room.

"Kantaro you idiot," Haruka shook his head as he stood and walked away, several onigiri tucked under his jacket.

"How disappointing," Suzu stood and took Rosalie's hand. "You can spend the night with me," she said as she pulled the blonde girl out the door.

"I guess no one liked it." Kantaro shrugged. "More for me."

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