Rule by IJNFleetAdmiral

11066. Happy forever 18 birthday Kongou
11066a. No Kongou, that white hair in your pillow totally wasn't yours, no matter that it is just the length of your hair, only you and Goto ever share that bed, there isn't any other source for it and it have your DNA, It must have been from your sister so please get out of the bathroom
11066b. In hindsight it was a bad idea sugesting the white hair was from your younger sister
11066c. I am geting old! I want babys!TT^TT

Oyodo watched Admiral Goto stroll into the office with a literal bounce in his step and a wide grin on his face. He seemed to be in such a good mood that she figured he could've witnessed a machete-wielding maniac hacking people to death on a street corner and he would've just smiled, given a jaunty wave, and wished the terrified masses a jolly 'Good morning!' as he strolled on to work.

"My, my, my~," Mutsu gave him a catlike grin. "Exactly what put such a pep in your step this morning, Admiral? Ufufufufufu..."

Goto merely smiled. "Kongo actually cooked last night!"

That made everyone pause. Oyodo looked concerned. "It was Kongo who cooked, right, sir? Kongo and not Hiei? Because if it was Hiei, you might want to go over to the infirmary and get checked out."

"If it was Hiei, he would've been in the infirmary last night," Nagato muttered without looking up from her paperwork. An answering squeak came from her cleavage, and the battleship allowed a small smile to appear on her face. As a rule, Nagato only brought her hamster with her to work on days ending in 'y'.

"No, no," Goto replied. "It was definitely Kongo who did the cooking. And it wasn't just something simple like spaghetti, either...we're talking oysters with a pineapple vinegar dressing, carrot ginger soup, avocado salad with pine nuts and almonds, baked salmon with asparagus and chili peppers, and a massive chocolate cake with whipped cream and strawberries for dessert! I had no idea she was a gourmet cook!"

Apparently no one else did, either, for they were all staring at him in surprise, even Nagato. Oyodo, however, had some concerns, and began typing away on her tablet. Soon enough, she had her answer, and turned to Goto with warning.

"Um, sir, I hate to be the bearer of unpleasant news, but...all those foods are...well...aphrodisiacs."

The Admiral blinked in surprise. "Aphrodisiacs?" A thoughtful expression came over his face. "I'll admit that we ended the evening with...well, that, but..." A thought appeared to occur to him as all color proceeded to rapidly drain from his face. "Oh, no..."

"I think you're going to be called 'Daddy' soon, Admiral," Mutsu grinned.

Goto shook his head, lost in his thoughts. "No, we did that role-play for Kongo's commissioning date," he replied absently.

"ADMIRAL!"

"Oh, ewww!"

"Well, well..."

The various exclamations brought Goto out of his thoughts and he realized he'd just spoken aloud. Nagato looked scandalized, while Oyodo looked like she wanted to go back to her quarters, crawl into bed, pull the blankets over her head, and forget the day ever happened. For her part, Mutsu was giving him a look that was part impressed and part recollecting (the battleship was remembering a similar scenario involving her and her boyfriend LCDR Miyoshi of the JDS Shiranuhi during his homecoming celebration after the ship completed her acceptance trials).

Goto whimpered and slumped in his chair. "I knew I should've taken a personal day today."

"Was it that good, sir? Ufufufufu~" Goto didn't even have to look in the direction of who said that; he could feel the mischievous smirk perfectly fine from where he was sitting.

"MUTSU!" That reaction was pretty well expected, too.

"...And there's material for Chapter Eighteen. I don't need to open my own practice...I'm getting enough case studies doing the job I have." So was that statement.

He sighed. Just another day at in the Admiral's Office.