Nodding, Souji takes a seat at the table, turning the chair so that he's sitting in it sideways, facing toward the kitchen. Sure, he can cook, but it's Nanako who does the shopping. It would be strange to do it by himself. Like an admission he didn't want to make.

"Do you have time to go in tomorrow?" He wishes he hadn't asked as soon as the words leave his mouth. They came out in his normal tone of voice, but to him it sounds too much like pleading.