Jango smiled as she agreed. So far, they'd been so embroiled in his world that he hadn't gotten the chance to learn more about her life, her world. Was she in school? Did she have a job? Where did she come from? What did she like to do? He hoped to learn alot once he got to hang out with her among her crowd.<br/><br/>"To answer your earlier question: My dad was the one that cooked. After he died, my mom raised me on cereal and Frankie's cooking. She spent a lot of time at my house. Sort of became like a big sister. Even now that I'm an adult, she still treats me kind of like a kid." True to form, since Kairi had met her, Frankie had talked to Jango like he was her silly little brother. He was so used to it, though, that he didn't really notice anymore.<br/><br/>He finished his breakfast and waited for her to finish too before taking their plates over to the sink, leaving Kairi to her coffee while he washed up. "So, shower then we go?" He asked, his expression over his shoulder making it clear he intended for them to shower together, as usual. It had kind of become their thing.