"Because you cook it every day you cook," Barnaby protested. He just smiled at that poke, shaking his head. "Alright, a truce. We cook something else and you don't force me to eat the fried rice, and I'll let you cook it." He had a feeling he'd end up eating some anyway, but no reason to tell Kotetsu that.

He had no problem just bickering with him and petting the wolf... who had seemed to make herself quite comfortable in his lap. Barnaby laughed, ruffling her fur a little. "It seems so! You wouldn't terribly mind if we just borrowed you for the rest of the evening, would you, Miss Amaterasu?"