Daisuke smiled and let her hug him. He was glad that she was happy, and surprised that it meant so much to her. Thinking about it, he supposed something like that would mean a lot to him too, if he were in her position. "Alright," he laughed. "It's getting late. I'll cook up some dinner real quick then we can get some sleep."<br/><br/>Daisuke maneuvered over to the kitchen, cooking something nice and easy: spaghetti. It was a nice recipe because it didn't require any complicated or time consuming preparation, but it still tasted good. Daisuke made their meal and set the table. "Dinner," he called, smiling because he knew the kitchen was visible from almost anywhere in the house.