[it smells fabulous! very herb-y, but with hints of heat in every waft. the chicken. . . may be a little singed, but please spare him, he didn't have time to make it perfect]

Ritsuka asked to taste it, too. So I made another helping for her.

[SO: SAME FOR SAME]

[. . . but, speaking of Ritsuka. . . and Anna talking about having burned a lot of energy. . . Will hooks his fingers into the strap of his bag, clutching it tightly as he studies Anna's expression, his own features soft]

I also heard things got a little. . . heated? Between you and Akechi earlier.