[ Too bad, Yato thinks. Mikoto would probably love the apron, the loser.

The chronicle of cute, off-beat Yuuko continues. Yato takes it as his cue to take charge. He snaps his fingers and points at her from on high in exaggerated commendation. ]

Correct! It's a cliche, but it's absolutely true! There's no point to home cooking if it isn't made with love.

[ He noses his way into her house and kicks off his shoes. Straight to the kitchen he goes. ]

What's your level? Your cooking level, that is.