Dinner is served!

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A pot bubbles and boils on its burner, releasing a spicy aroma, and Makoto leans over to get a better smell. Still seems too bland. She sprinkles in a bit more red pepper paste, and samples a small spoonful. She nods, satisfied with the taste. The saucer she used is put aside, and she goes back to stirring the tasty mixture carefully. Once it's

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"Come in," Makoto says automatically before she even realizes: first, she's not expecting anyone; and second, that would be a shitennou. Standing in her home. With no warning. Suddenly.

"Eh?!"

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Makoto nods a couple times as she decides that makes more sense than she wishes it did. Besides, the last she saw the shitennou, they were fighting Mio alongside the senshi. Her first instinct is to assume Zoisite's not here for anything bad.

"I guess it was the nexus, huh? You can stay awhile if you want. I'm almost done cooking dinner anyway."

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Makoto grins without even turning around; she knows exactly who's here.

"Welcome back~" she calls out with a deliberately sweet tone to tease him. In just a little while, she'll be able to say that to someone every day. Of course, she'll be busy, too; not the traditional life of a housewife for Makoto. She still wants her flower shop.

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"Dinner will be ready soon, dear." Yep, she'll milk this for all it's worth, partly to amuse herself and partly to tease Motoki. "Do you want to sit down first?"

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There's a startled noise from somewhere by the kitchen door, and a handsome young man(?) is standing there. Somehow, he's even taller than Makoto. He also looks incredibly lost, and more than a touch irritated by it.

Please excuse Haruka's rudeness, she's not used to the nexus yet. She notices the girl at the stove. ...This might get awkward. "Pardon my intrusion," she says in a smooth tone, as if she didn't just pop in, quite literally.

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What the-? Makoto spins around quite fast. "An intruder?" She takes up a defensive posture that suggests she knows how to fight. She does not take well to criminals or trespassers. (This is a bit different from when it was a cute little girl.)

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She'll take you down, Mako-chan. But Haruka's not here to fight. She holds her hands up in a peaceful gesture. "It looks like I'm lost. I found myself here." ...Wherever here is.

"Dinner smells good," she comments with a little smirk.

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What Makoto doesn't know won't hurt her pride. And she really can't be blamed for being ready to protect her home. She nods very slowly, and relaxes only the tiniest bit and only because she's used that sort of line herself before.

"The nexus?"

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"Eh?" Makoto has a big smile as soon as she realizes who it is. "Ami-chan! Come in. I'm making dinner, so do you want to stay? I made enough." Stay, Ami.

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"It's not intruding." The words are polite, but she means them. "I like having visitors." The apartment suggests this may be true; it's pretty close to spotless. Give her a test to procrastinate for and it will be spotless. Makoto reaches out to take the bentou box, but she leads Ami inside.

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Something about it makes her have to grin. "I guess it's dinnertime everywhere," Makoto says; she recognizes a Makoto in the middle of cooking. "Will it be alright if you can't go back for a little while?" Nothing on the stove that'll burn the apartment down... right?

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Hey, as far as this Makoto knows, Nephrite's a good guy; helped them against Mio and all that. He deserves dinner. (And it really does taste better that way.)

"Good." She gives a quick smile of relief. It's nice to have someone here instead of cooking, alone, too. And that gives her the idea.

"Do you want to try cooking together?"