Miki lets out an eek, trying to break free of the tight hug, going bright red. 'Y-YES, Noriko! I-I'm sorry, Ichiro-sama!' she says, and runs downstairs quickly. She stands, face to face with the kitchen, and puts on a determined, if nervous face- She must do this! She must do it well, for Ichiro's sake, so that she doesn't get fired! The money for this job is<em>really, really good!</em>She closes her eyes for a moment to gather herself, then begins on the soup. She makes chicken noodle soup, most soothing of all soups, heating it over the stove to the perfect warm level, and pours it into a bowl, carrying it upstairs, for once displaying none of her natural clumsiness as she carries the Chicken Noodle Soup, infused with the liquid extract of caring! Well, not really, but she damn well cared when she made it.