Kagome hummed to herself as she stood in front of the stove, it was the only clean thing in the house, besides the washer and dryer. The only reason it was clean was because it was never used, the various empty fast foods bags and pizza boxes were a testament to that. She frowned at that thought, stirring the miso soup; fast food was not a healthy diet.
She knew it was hard eat a healthy meal, let alone cooked one. Many a times, Clark had almost burnt down his house having to leave the stove unattended to save the world. Yet, she was here now and she would make sure they eat well, no matter what. It wasn't like she was on active duty, she had time to spare. With one last stir of the soup, she turned down the flame so it would simmer and placed the spoon on napkin that was sitting on the counter.
She turned on her heel, her hair swaying in its ponytail with the movement, and went over to the table where the cooling rice was waiting to be made into rice balls; just in case they were called out, she could send them off with something to eat. In no time, the smell of her Japanese feast, she didn't know what they liked to eat so she would keep it neutral by cooking her favorite foods until she did, wafted through the base.
She blinked as she turned around to grab some seaweed and blinked as she caught in her audience, staring at her like she was their lord and savior. She paused minutely, but grabbed the package of seaweed, blinking as she went back to her task, "Yes?"
Conner blinked as he leaned against the wall by the stove, watching her put some weeds on some rice, "What is that?" He jutted his chin towards the sticky mess of rice and weed, having never seen it before.
M'gann floated over to her hovering over her shoulder, literally, watching as her small hands molded the rice into a triangular shape and wrapped the weed around it. She, too, was curious as to what it was, she knew it was food, her stomach growled as the scent of the food wafted under her nose. She hadn't had a home cooked meal since she had left home.
Before Kagome could answer, Robin shot forward and grabbed a rice ball, taking a large bite out of it, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster, dancing away from Kagome as she took a mock swat at him. She mock glared at him, wiping her hands on her yellow apron and leaned against the table to face the curious teens, "It's a rice ball, and I have miso soup as well as curry on the stove."
Wally's mouth watered, he loved Chinese food. "Yuum, you spoil us so!" She laughed as he threw an arm casually around her shoulders. "You'll make a great wife!"
She rolled her eyes at him and shrugged his arm off, shoving a rice ball in his mouth to shut him up. She turned back to the stove and turned the miso soup off, "Well, dinner's ready, go wash up." She made shooing hands at them as she began to get out the plates and stuff needed to set the table.
She smiled, feeling his eyes on her back, yet did not turn around, "You too, Conner."
He scoffed, not liking to be told what to do – she wasn't his mother, he didn't even have one, "You're not my mom." He knew it was childish, but he didn't care, she was getting far too comfortable with them.
She merely 'hmmed' as she started placing miso soup in the bowls, "I don't have to be to care about you, Conner." He huffed in anger, not understanding her words, not even Superman acknowledged him, so why should she? He knew she wasn't mocking him, merely stating a fact and it irked him.
"Tch." With a slump of his shoulders, he stalked off to wash up, not that she knew it.