Moriko drifted lightly across the small apartment, ethereal as a nymph, to the cupboard, "let's see, I have otori curry or shiitake dashi flavours, what would you like?" She was already unwrapping a single-serve bowl of otori curry for herself. The table itself was simple enough, only needing to be lifted up and the support swung into position.

Ryuu was quiet as he set the table up, pulling up the chairs. His only ogher perceptible movement was the way he watched Moriko as she moved about the kitchen.

He was caught staring as he didn't respond immediately. "Oh. I... I could do the shiitake dashi. Something light before space travel." He nodded as he responded.

Moriko prepared the bowls, filling them with boiling water and weighing down the paper lids with chopsticks. She opened the fridge and took out two small plastic containers, “red, white, or mixed?” she brandished them in Ryuu’s direction, identifiable as miso (but actually a fungal-based substitute, like so many things on Asakaze). Her heart swelled to see Ryuu familiarise himself with the humble unit that would be their home one day, and she was suddenly stricken with the panic that her rustic, frontier living space was a little too podunk for her more sophisticated spouse.

"Red. It is my favorite." Ryuu replied, busying himself by trying to help. Looking for cups for water, wanting to be of use, to be helpful. There was something about the quiet joy in just being in the kitchen with Moriko.

Yet more he knew that would make the time apart hell.

“Sit, sit,” she scolded playful, “there’s barely enough room for one person.” Fragrant steam rose from the bowls as she opened them, “there’s cold water in the fridge, but I don’t have any iced tea today.” Taking a generous spoonful of red miso, she lowered the paste into the noodle stock and dissolved it with chopsticks before stirring the bowl to mix everything. Moriko did the same for her own bowl, then peeled the lids, tossing them in the recycling, and brought the bowls to the table.

"Ah. Yes. Of course." He stepped back, grabbing the cold water from the fridge, and then noting that he was more in the way than anything, before sliding down into his seat. He was patient, waiting for Moriko, observing her with great interest, though his aura of dread likely made it feel more predatory.

As she sat with the bowls, his eyes lit up, glad that he was able to join her, to enjoy this time with her. Glasses of water were poured.

“Thank you,” she acknowledged as he poured them drinks, picking up her chopsticks, “ itadakimasu.” A soft thump came from the other side of the divider, followed by the clicking of claws, Ten appearing with a somewhat sceptical expression and moving close to the table. “Nice of you to join us, Ten-kun,” Moriko stirred her ramen before starting to wind some noodles onto her chopsticks.