Kira had a good feeling that what Docca had promised was no joke, though seeing himself being fucked in high definition wasn't exactly something he had on his bucket list. As the Docca on screen plowed mercilessly into the embarrassed 'schoolgirl', Kira's own cheeks redden again, never having completely recovered from the last few minutes. His cock stirred again from within his pants, intermixing a sliver of shame into his blush. He briefly checked the number the dwarf girl at the Cathode had given him; he might have to visit her sooner than he thought to satisfy the side of himself that yearned for control.<br/><br/>"If by cook, you mean work a soy processor, then yes," Kira said. "I don't think I've had the experience of having a real garden at my disposal before." Like Docca, he went ahead and tied his hair back into the pony tail he was accustomed to having it in; he figured he'd be helping with dinner. "Salad and fruit sound good...and I think you've spoiled me with those smoothies, I can't seem to get enough of them."