After getting ready and changing out of her pajamas, she slips out the bathroom and goes into the kitchen to see if Akio is fixing breakfast. "Akio-san?" she calls out softly.

Akio pokes his head out of the kitchen door, his normally clean black shirt covered in powdered sugar. "Yes, Miyuki-san?"

"Oh, I was just checking to see if you were in here..." she said with a meek smile. "Did you need any help? I don't mind at all." she offered.

Akio laughs and turns around, holding up two plates, each with two thick slices of toast sprinkled with powdered sugar. "Yes, just get the maple syrup out of the fridge, if it's not too much to ask." He bows to her, then goes into the dining room with our food, setting the table with the vase on it.

"Of course," she nodded a little before she went over to the frige and grabbed the maple syrup and took it to the dining room and placed it on the table. "Looks really good Akio-san..."

Akio smiles at her, completely forgetting the moment when he had seen her in her pajamas. "I guess it does. I hope your tongue says the same!" He sits down across from her at the table, pouring a little syrup over his French toast before cutting off a corner and taking a bite.

She giggled a little before she took the syrup once he was finished using it and poured it over her french toast. She cut off a small piece before she took a bite and smiled in satisfaction. "You sure don't disappoint me when it comes to your cooking Akio-san..." she compliments with a warm smile.

Akio blushes a little and takes another quick bite of French toast before he smiles and answers her. "I learned from my mother. She always was a great cook." He takes a drink of milk before taking another few bites of French toast.

"I see...she must've been if the food tastes this good." she smiled a little in response before she takes another bite.

Akio laughs, slapping the table a little. "She always was a little large! Then again, you can never trust a skinny cook!" He smirks playfully and winks at her. "Unless, of course, said skinny cook learned from a fat cook!"

She couldn't help but laugh a little and she nods. "Makes sense." she agreed. After about twenty minutes, she had finally finished off her french toast and she sighed in content.

"I-I don't think I could eat anymore Akio-san..." she said with a slightly sheepish look, now sporting a small sweat-drop on the back of her head.

Akio laughs and eats the last of his French toast, smiling at her. "Is this the first time I've filled you up with my first dish?" He winks at her playfully before gulping down his glass of milk, sighing in relaxation.

Her eyes widen a bit and she quickly shook her head. "N-No wait it's not that--I just..." she trailed off shyly.

Akio blinks a little, looking into her eyes, uncertain about what she's talking about. "What is it, Miyuki-san? Is there something the matter?" He moves the vase of flowers out of the way, leaning closer to look at her better, worrying a little.

She felt her face grow a little warmer and she quickly shook her head, hoping she could shake off her blush. "I-It's nothing Akio-san," she quickly reassured him.