Miki smiles as she takes the tray back, looking overjoyed. 'Oh, yes, Ichiro-sama!' The last time she cooked, nobody even took a bite. Sure, the california-rolls had been wrapped with ham rather than seaweed, and the rice with croutons, but it hadn't been that bad, had it? 'Would you like me to start your bath, as well?' she asks, smiling over her shoulder sweetly as she stands at the doorframe.