[An hour later, Michael is just finishing up in community house one's first floor kitchen, with a slightly larger spread than usual, with a whole pork roast at the center.

Taking a step back from the table, he brushes his hands off on a towel and grins. Part of him worried about becoming too domestic, doing this sort of thing every day... but the work helped pass the time, and with Ranka around... it almost felt like family.

Not to mention other uses, like keeping Masaomi out of trouble for a while.]