Smiling as he took a sandwich, she said, "I know," without thinking. Sitting down beside him, she hoped he wouldn't catch it, or credit her knowledge just to Mitsuru. Taking a bite of hers, she realized it wasn't quite the perfect sandwich she had hoped it would be. Still, it wasn't bad, and she continued eating, stealing several glances at Junpei as she did so.

When started his question, she was already looking at him, and saw the cucumber fall into his lap. Her body reacted without a thought, her hand immediately reaching out and picking the cucumber off of him.

It wasn't until she was distributing it onto his plate that she realized how intimate a gesture that had been. Thighs were places for couples' hands, not acquaintances. And Junpei barely viewed her a more than a classmate now.

Dropping her hand to her lap, she turned her head, "Sorry! I forget sometimes," she started her heart aching, "that...not everyone needs to be mothered," she ended her excuse lamely, wondering if she should be punished more for lying or for telling really terrible lies.

Laughing some to brush it off she answered his question quickly. "I cook as much as I can. It's a passion of mine, though I'm not very good at it."