'But I'd rather talk to you.' It wouldn't hurt Riku to not do ALL of his homework once in awhile. 'Since when do you cook?' Riku tried to tease, trying to picture Sora running around the kitchen in some kind of frenzy. He remembered those cookies Sora had shared with a friendless, then nameless boy he'd met on move-in day. Those cookies had been kitchen-skin type, if anything.
'I'll be done soon,' he lied. Well, he at least flipped his geology book open to the right chapter.