Misaki had been sewing in the common room, anything at the mind off the matters at hand. She could have been using the sewing machine the butterfly room had offered her, but something about hand stiching was fun, and also personal. When using a machine there was a sense of personal loss, sure it was faster and more efficent, but everything was uniformed and adjusted.
Smelling the food she set down the peice she was working on, a ruffled off the shoulder top in green, and hopped off the large compfy chair she had been sitting in to wander into the kitchen. Upon arrival she peeked in and noticed Kai cooking and walked over. She sniffed the air some and paused, "Sukiyaki?"