watched curiously from the doorway for a moment and went in, ignoring the questioning gazes of just about everyone in there.

went around watching the staff at work, stealing a couple of carrot roses and anything else that catches his fancy here and there.

then poked around in every single cabinet, drawer and refrigerator he could find. |3

made a mental note of where the ingredients and seasonings where kept as the explored the kitchen, a plan already forming in his head. >83

would have stayed outside the kitchen, by the door, but he decided that it was more important that he stayed near Mukuro.

--In case the other boy decided to engage in some mischief that would have far-reaching consequences, that is.

followed closely behind Mukuro as he went around the kitchen, at times almost clutching at the older boy's sleeve.

(To try to stop him, or as a reassurance, he didn't know. The kitchen *was* big and busy and chaotic, though.)

--But so far Mukuro was only acting like a very curious tourist. Bolder and more shameless than most, but he wasn't doing anything yet.

also very mindful of the promise he made, even though he'd like nothing more than to forget about it.

eventually got bored of exploring the place and went back to watch one of the chefs cook.

... spotted a bottle of cooking wine on the counter beside him.

...... 8DD

popped the lid off the bottle and quickly poured almost half the bottle into the frying pan before anyone could stop him.

watched the beef stir-fry the chef was making catch on fire.

........ :3

watched as the flame suddenly shot up and set the chef's hat on fire.

....... 8D

watched the chef drop the pan in panic, throwing his hat onto the ground and proceeded to stomp on it in an attempt to put the fire out.

...... |D

... torn between saving himself and running away, and doing damage control. TAT

hissed, "Mukuro! I told you not to cause trouble!"

chuckled. "I didn't cause any trouble, I just added a little extra seasoning to the dish. ^____^"

like he's arguing with a three-year old. "They're professional chefs! They know what they're doing."

starts tugging Mukuro out of the kitchen.

, as Tsuna dragged him away, "He wouldn't have dropped the pan if he was professional enough. -3-"

I bet you wouldn't have kept your hold on that pan if your pineapple hair had been on fire.

True, but I never said I was a professional. ^____^

shook his head. "I'm... just saying that it's reflex. You can't help it."

Well, then it's his fault for keeping his head too close to the pan.

Of course he needs to keep his head near the pan, he's in the middle of cooking!

... He looked like he was just tossing the food around to me. =3=

slowly, "He was cooking. Just like everyone else in that kitchen."

He was taking too long to cook then.

starting to get a headache from arguing with Mukuro's circular logic. =A=

... Besides, the fire probably helped cook the meat faster. :3

=____=

chuckled. "Well, it looks like it's going to take a while before dinner is served. Is there anything you want to do in the meantime? :3"

shook his head again. He was afraid of suggesting anything that might invite more mischief.

Let's just... go back to our rooms and wait for dinner?

........ -3-

....... Maybe we should go back to the kitchen and help out. |D

They'll kick us out if they see us. -_-

Not if I can help it. ^____________________^

..... I don't want to. >:

, shoulders slumping a little. "...... Oh. :<"

Let's... go back then. :<

torn between giving in, and keeping Mukuro out of trouble. This trip *was* his idea. But he had to stop doing things that might

--get them kicked out of the inn.

muttered, "I wish you wouldn't make that face at me."

..... made a sad, pouty face instead. ;3;

tries pouting back.

blinks. ._.

................... .-.

kisses that pout. |3

blushes, but does not stop pouting - he feels as if Mukuro's teasing him. >:

chuckles and kissed Tsuna again. "You should stop doing that."

Doing what? >:

Pouting. <3

D:

I-I'm not doing it on purpose!

Mm~~ ^________^

smiled at Tsuna and stepped into the suite.

D: I wasn't!

followed Mukuro into their rooms, and he was still frowning in disgruntlement.