Inoue’s grayish-blue eyes widened. “I… No, I’m not! I was going to try a new recipe for dinner, but… That can wait another night!” She smiled.
“Ah, I see. Do you need any help with that?” The Quincy looked at her closer. However, it would be surprising if she did it without any help. Ishida adjusted his glasses and sighed.
“I was wondering if I can help you, Inoue-san.”