Casting a grateful smile over his shoulder Tatsuki gives him a nod. “Yup, almost finished.” Concentrating on the food on the stove for a minute as soon as he's sure Shigetoshi is out of the room, the shinigami goes back to moving at rather supernatural speeds. His hands and body are almost a blur as he does the final set-up for dinner, and all the while he hums to himself. When at last he is finished he begins dishing everything out. [i]'Cutlets next to the stuffing with shredded beats and fried green beans, Alfredo on a bed of red lettuce with fresh chives over the top, and last but not least, Au gratin next to some cheesy mashed potatoes and a bowl of my own personal creation, the red dipping sauce, all lightly crisscross with the celery and tomato sauce with Italian spices'[/i] Looking proudly down at his creation he looks everything over with a critical eye, shifting a few things here and there so they look better before finally letting out a sigh and stepping back.

“Looks good.” He murmurs. With a nod he looks around to find the serving boards. It takes him a few seconds but at last he finds a couple next to the fridge. [i]'Well, this is definitely helping me feel better. There's nothing like cooking to make you feel fulfilled'[/i] The dishes all fit perfectly on both boards and as soon as he's done filling them he moves over to the sink to wash up. [i]'I must have set some sort of speed record with that potato mashing. I'm just glad the masher I bought held up to that rapid movement'[/i] Turning around Tatsuki dries his hands on a cloth and looks over the mess he made. [i]'Ah well, I can just help Shigetoshi-san clean up later'[/i] With another contented sigh he leans against the sink, setting the cloth aside and crossing his arms while he waits for the young innkeeper. [i]'And I must remember to let him know about dessert so we can serve it up at the right time'[/i]