Spotting the booth in the hallway, Kiriko stopped. She had no interest in the cooking club, but she did want a cookie. Practically speaking, cooking was probably a good thing for her to learn - she wasn't terrible at it at the moment, but she wasn't by any stretch good at it either. It required care and patience, and she had neither.
Approaching the booth, she edged her way between the two other people already there. She recognized everyone vaguely from the Anti-Bullying club - the reserved girl from Kendo, the cooking club lead, and... that creepy gaijin kid. Well, he never seemed to talk much, at least.