Tarrok pulled the potato beef soup from the fridge. Not a bad choice, easy to warm up and hearty. He didn't mind doing the work at all. Heavy lifting was easy, and this was far from heavy lifting.<br/><br/>The saiyan gave Aiko a goofy grin back. Smaller, maybe, and not as pronounced as hers but their it was! As much as Aiko enjoyed doing this herself, it was nice to give back. Like he was worth more, able to do more than just hurt people all day.<br/><br/>By the time Aiko returned with the sweater, he was finished. Added some bread and assorted spreads to round out the collection. Two containers, set on the counter and ready to go.  The somewhat translucent surface was completely dark, light stopped by the contents.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I'll show you slow in a second."</span>Tarrok play groused. Gave her a quick peck on the cheek just because he could. Then he took both containers in hand. That should be everything.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Grab hold and I'll Zero Shift the way?"</span>It was his variant of a Yardrat technique. Less speed, so much that him and any passengers stepped through a fifth dimensional corridor. Flying was bound to jostle the soup around, anyways.<br/><br/>And maybe he just wanted to be held. Don't judge.