Mizuki confidently walks to the kitchen, partly so she can show Hinata that she's been well-off on her own and also prove that she doesn't always sit around all day.
Hinata quirks an eyebrow at her, a tiny smirk on his face. He expects her to abruptly stop and turn somewhere along her strut. Mizuki does. "By the way, what do you like to eat?"
Hinata chortles, gripping onto his stomach as he does. "I'll eat anything you make for me. It's not like I've seen you cook for me, after all."
"Is there really nothing you don't want?"
Hinata shakes his head. "I'll eat anything."
