[ Yuuko's cheeks burn in embarrassment, and her arm shoots for his phone—and misses. Damn, she'll have to delete that picture before this is over. ]

Ooh! That's why I asked you to tank me... [ is all she mumbles before washing her face and wiping it dry. Her next attempt isn't perfect—she has to fish out some bits of shell—but it passes.

Hee hee.

Yuuko's in a better mood as she whisks the eggs. ]

Do you know what kind of food Mikoto likes? Um... What's your favorite dish to make?