Akira opened his eyes wide when he heard her speaking about eating something. "Someone said food?" he asked, raising a brow with excitement. He, too, was becoming hungry... "What about we have a race? The one that's last in the kitchen has to do the dishes..." he joked, a smug smirk stretching across his face. He was sure he'd win, but he might just let her win... For the fun of it...<br/><br/>He rolled over, and propped himself up with his elbows, tilting his head aside with mischievously narrowed eyes. He was totally assured he could win such a race, but a part of him wanted to be a gentleman, rather than showing off.