"Sure! I'd never turn down a hand." He brightened as he pulled away, but noted how carelessly she set the book aside. Wow, she definitely wasn't into it. With what she described, he didn't blame her.

Huh... did he smell alcohol and fruit all of a sudden? Someone must be mulling wine or something. Maybe they should do the same after the wedding, have a warm, boozy night.

Kanji rolled up his sleeves and was soon back to work. The pickled vegetables he wanted with it- another way to stockpile food and ensure they wouldn't go completely hungry- were just in the fridge and ready to go. Hmm, but what was left? Cooking the fish, and...

"Wanna do the fish or the rice? I'll take the one you don't." No, really, where was the alcohol smell coming from? And why was he getting goosebumps...?