"Kazuya! You're daydreaming?"
The familiar voice sounded so surprised yet, Kazuya still found it pleasing.
He blinked, staring back at Himari who was intently looking at him with question marks all over her face. She was holding a soup ladle in her hand while the other hand was resting on her hip.
Her image right now reminded Kazuya of a cute nagging housewife.
"Cough, I'm not daydreaming," He won't ever tell Himari what he had spoken with her mother about. Kazuya quickly changed the subject, "I'm hungry. Won't the dish be finished cooking soon?"
Himari threw him a helpless look.
"I thought I could get a diligent helper today but, sigh, you're just standing there thinking about something else."
Kazuya awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He couldn't deny that he was too immersed in the conversation between him and Himari's mother.
