Musubi nodded.  "Okay!"  Steak and potatoes...she giggled.  She already knew what her other's favorite dish was, and she hadn't even known her a month.  She started gathering together what she needed in order to make dinner, and soon enough three sounds came from the kitchen.  Those of cooking; those of her singing in Japanese, something light and bouncy; and of her feet on the floor as she danced inbetween bits of cooking.<br/><br/>"You have to save him!"  The squirrel burst out when asked about why she was here.  "He's in trouble and it's all because of me!"  Falling silent for a moment, she realized she hadn't really explained...  "I...I have a brother.  He's a good person, really, he is...but he's fallen in with a bad man, someone manipulating him..."