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[x] Make the ultimate in NEET cuisine – and offer it as an olive branch
Stupid silly rabbit. You purge your thoughts of that pink demon from your mind and focus at the situation at hand.
Kaguya is acting a bit difficult to deal with. Her being upset over the 'net was easy to deal with – a few words and perhaps a couple of hours of cool down was all it took. It's been, however, a day and she's still upset. So the answer can only be to try to make an effort to mend fences. As much as you're tempted to ask Eirin for help, you... you have your reasons not to. Plus, a man has to solve his problems by himself. Can't be relying on others needlessly.
Easier said than done. You stand pondering in the hallway for a long time. When your legs begin to cramp up, you start to pace around slightly.
And then, like any useful cliché, it comes to you all of a sudden. It feels like an arrow with a message from the gods was fired directly from the heavens down to you. Yes, that'll do just great.
You hurry down to the kitchen.
Reisen is there, tending to a couple of simmering pots. She greets you and you mumble something back. You're like a demon-possessed host, totally oblivious to the significance of the people in your life. You're sure you say something adequate to Reisen when she asks what you're doing, after all, she does seem to smile and nod. She observes you with a somewhat bewildered expression, but doesn't get in your way.
You rapidly gather all the materials that you need. A normal person wouldn't think much of this hodgepodge of ingredients. It certainly can't be used to make Duck a l'Orange nor Tempura. Only someone who has tried the variety of instant foods and understands the basic principle behind their taste can hope to follow your logic.
You let a predatory grin form on your face.
Ripping apart several packets at once, you filter out the contents to different bowls. Just adding stuff together won't cut it, this is all about taking the best from each and introducing it to the whole. The cheaper ingredients get permanently filtered out – the rubbery 'shrimp', the powdered 'eggs', all of that. You mix different types of noodles together, (after softening them with a bit of water). Your creation takes pride in its diversity.
The next step is to take in and pour all of the necessary powders. Yes, yes, more MSG! The spicy flavoring goes great with the variety. When you think you have enough, you add hot water. Not just any amount of water either. You put just enough to dissolve everything and cook the noodles, but not enough to form a broth. A sludge is what you're looking for. It may not look like much, but the taste is without peer. If the the noodles are like infantry assaulting and capturing the taste buds, then sludge is akin to a heavy artillery barrage firing wave after wave of explosive, and delicious, flavor.
The last step here is to add a bit of sauce. You mix in a bit of the different packets of sauce. They must all work together in harmony. It's like the air support to the troops fighting the ground battle.
You can't help laughing like a mad scientist while you marvel the creation. You take a taste. The urge to yell out loud 'It's alive!' is hard to fight. You only hold it in when you realize just how weirded out Reisen is. She's been watching you the whole time, wordlessly. You give her a big smile and a thumbs up. She nervously waves back. You'll explain what this was all about some other time, for now, you should deliver this while it's still hot. Otherwise the sludge might congeal, and while delicious in its own right, it's hardly the ideal way to eat this masterpiece.
You slide Kaguya's door open without knocking. You see movement in the shadows, but you ignore it.
“I made a little something for you.” You place the dish on the floor. “Eat while it's hot. And if you feel like seeing me, I'll be hanging out just outside the door. Enjoy!”
“...” There's no reply to your statement.
Just as well.
You leave and close the door behind you. You sit down by the wall and wait. You strain your hearing to see if there's any noise coming from within the room. You can't hear much. You wait patiently.
...And then there's a sound you've been waiting for. You clearly hear the clattering of dishware. You wait patiently for a while longer. Your patience is rewarded, the door slides open and a hand comes out. It motions for you to come in. With a satisfied grin, you go inside.
“So, I trust you enjoyed my labor of love?” You cockily say. You can see Kaguya's silhouette sitting by her table.
“...Just a little bit.”
“Oh? 'Just a little bit'? I guess my best efforts just aren't good enough for you. Since I'm such a failure, I think I'll leave now.” You try to gauge her mood. Theatrics might not be the best idea, but you think you can get a good reaction from her like this.
“Don't be difficult. Just sit for a while.”
“Me difficult?” Well, yeah. But no more than her. “Unless you tell me how much you enjoyed my meal, I won't sit.”
An empty bowl is pushed across the table from the shadows.
“I enjoyed it alright?! Here's the proof. I ate it all already. I really, really, liked it.”
“Glad to hear it.” You sit. “And I'm glad that you're willing to talk to me.”
“Willing to talk to you? You [b]do[/i] know I can't stay mad at you, right? I mean this is probably not the most insensitive thing you've done. And there'll probably be more of this in the future.”
“Gosh, don't compliment me so much, I'll start blushing otherwise.”
“Sure. Whatever you say.”
Well, she does have a point. You'll likely screw things up yet again somehow. You're lucky that you've got an understanding friend like this. Despite her brooding, you can tell that she's more or less back to normal now.
“So, sunshine? What's it gonna be?”
“What's what going to be?” She asks. “And don't call me sunshine, it's annoying.”
<Huff and puff all you want, it just makes this all the more fun, buddy.>
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering about now. You did call me in here for some reason, right?”
“-Isn't just talking enough?”
“It could be.”
“Then settle with just that.”
“Okay, I think I will.” While it feels you're going nowhere with this, you think you're advancing across no-man's land at a startling pace despite the crossfire. “Mind if we got a bit of light in here, it's as dark as a the far side of the moon.”
“That doesn't make any sense. The moon gets just as much light on the far side. In fact, maybe a bit more on average.” Kaguya corrects you. “You're thinking of the dark side.”
“Yes. And even then the dark side is just the name used for the part of the moon that's at 'night', and even that is lit up from light from earth. I would know as much.”
“I stand corrected. It's still really dark here.”
“Too bad, I feel that this amount of light is just right.”
“Fine, fine... I'll deal with it.”
Stupid, spoiled princess.
So, talking. It's no use if you can't establish a rapport. Despite her slight crabbiness, you feel that your buddy here is at least willing to be civil. Her trace amounts of resentment are, however, probably limiting her from taking the initiative in conversation.
 Ask for her help in dealing with Tewi
 Tell her all about your run-in with Mokou today
 Inquire if she knows anything about why Eirin wants your help
 Other (write-in)