The young guest was busy when Shigetoshi walked into the kitchen. He hung back next to the door and watched the man work. He was quick and efficient. It was obvious this wasn't the first time he had cooked, or even cooked for so many. Shigetoshi wondered if it because of all the travelling he did. If you traveled more, did you cook more? Shigetoshi also wondered if it was polite to ask. He didn't want to pester the guy about his travels and become like the married Fujiwara sisters. But then again. Tatsuki did say that he wouldn't mind telling the Innkeeper stories about his travels. He wavered about his confliction until the other man noticed him.

Shigetoshi smiled at Tatsuki's apology. "It's okay. If I wanted to have interrupted you, I would have." Taking Tatsuki's awareness of his presence, the Asian moved in closer to watch what was going on. The dish looked quite similar to one of the dishes Shigetoshi had had once. Katsudon, it was called. But the order of the preparation made it obvious it wasn't the same dish. That, and Tatsuki said he would make a foreign dish. Perhaps it was a Chinese dish, since the ingredients were what he was used to. 

[b]You told me that we may need extra. Did anyone else check in or should I make exactly eight?[/b]

Shigetoshi looked up from what Tatsuki was doing and nodded his head. "No one else checked in. It's okay to just make eight." He smiled at the guest and his joke. Or Shigetoshi assumed it was supposed to be a joke by Tatsuki's eye roll. Shigetoshi watched the guest use the mallet for a few second before he asked the original question which had sent him here in the first place.

"Do you know when dinner will be ready?"