As the two bickered once more, Blake felt more interested in listening to them both.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ruki, will you help me with the food?"</span>she inquired at her brother.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"As long as you let me pick. The last time you picked food I was sick for a week."</span>he replied grimly.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You have a stomach for sake and not food?"</span>She asked with a raised brow as they started walking away from the gate. He nodded again, although there was a little mockery in it.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You cook strangely."</span>He shrugged.<br/><br/>"If this is the case, then you both can leave the food<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>the cooking to me! I am quite the capable chef... Not only that... Jabo owes some food shopping!" He grinned maliciously. It was ironic how much Jabo owed him. Ironic enough, he had let the debts pile up, and he could get him to do anything he says, in one want to take into account how much trouble Blake has caused. Though looking at Nyoko's sad face, her hairbrush broken in half. "And I can fix that later. Could you both be in agreement with this? Yeah, you are letting a stranger cook for you, but it is better than you both being skeptical of one another."