Knights have often cooked together, though this feels sort of like that and yet very, very different. Kiki moves around Mitsuhide to get some eggs cracked and cook them for breakfast, and Mitsuhide is toasting bread to go with them.
"It's not often just the two of us cooking together!" Mitsuhide chimed in, and Kiki looked over at him. He put that in words well enough, and yet there was something missing between the lines there.
"It really isn't." Kiki responded, keeping her voice calm and level, and she moved around Mitsuhide to get to the pan, brushing up a little against his side accidentally. He's warm and seems very tall right now.
"Yeah, it's kind of fun." Mitsuhide was still smiling at her, probably more than a little oblivious to her flipping heart, and just how much it feels almost too domestic.
"If you want to call it that." Kiki shrugged, "It's just cooking."
"Sometimes cooking is fun, Kiki!" Mitsuhide almost sounded like he was chiding her.
"I think it's the first time we've cooked together without others." Kiki said instead of responding to his comment.
"You're too practical sometimes." Mitsuhide grumbled. "But yeah, I think it is."
"You're practical too." Kiki held her spatula facing him, and he gave her a look.
"Kiki." He told her, and despite her name not really helping further the conversation, there almost seemed to be a point to it.
"I wonder if we'll cook with the other knights again." Kiki could at least do this much to change the topic.
"I hope so. Don't leave too soon." Mitsuhide's voice softened with sadness, and Kiki wondered somehow how such a tone can get to her heart.
"I'm not rushing it, Mitsuhide. Just keeping a promise." She hopes it's reassuring, because one day, these kinds of days will come to an end, no matter how much that will hurt or how much she'll miss them all.