Kaito was being very closely watched now, for any signs of that potential windedness. There better not be any, mister!

But the familiar scent of that warm soup wafting through the room provoked another insistent whine from Kyoko's stomach. Stiffening, she looked at the bowls so generously laid out for them. And she looked some more.

And suddenly she was also seated, mumbling her thanks through the heat of a reddened face. "Soup is probably better for someone who hasn't eaten anything in a few days...."