[One curious mansion resident is peeking into the kitchen, enticed by the smell. She wasn't exactly sure who she expected to see at the stove, but she does know that Conan wasn't that person.
He looks a bit older than the ones she's used to interacting with... and a bit different, too. One she hasn't met, then? Ah well. She's enjoyed the company of the few she has had the pleasure to speak with while here. No reason not to be friendly]
[far too late, she's not so sorry to say. Especially when the smell of cooking in the kitchen is rare enough to attract curiosity.
Curiosity that's only furthered by an interesting find. Akako doesn't hover in the doorway, instead casually entering the kitchen and taking Conan in with sharp ruby eyes that seem to see too much]
Not in these specific circumstances, but this so-called Mansion seems to prefer its generalities. [when it comes to identity, anyway] I've heard a great deal about you.
[The smell of food has attracted +1 Kaito. Of a sort. He's a little odd, really; dressed a little old-fashioned, and wearing gloves despite being "out of uniform". He never did learn to cook for himself - attempts usually turned into Doing Science To It, and there was no TELLING what would happen from there.]
[Either way he's just as capable of being unnaturally quiet as any good Kaito, and is perking to peer over Conan's shoulder into the pan.]
Oooh~ I don't think I've met many of you that cook.
[Conan's tensing is subtle -- as is the way he wills himself to relax. On the inside, however, it's something else entirely. This is getting to be ...]
[this particular mise-en-scene has attracted one (1) karateka on her way to the dining room, drawn in by curiosity and the delicious scent. When she pokes her head in the kitchen door, though, she almost ducks out again, certain that she's mistaken the figure at the stove for someone she knows.
Except... Is that really....?]
Conan-kun...?
[Ran tentatively enters the kitchen, her brows drawn in a puzzled frown. She's had a fair amount of time away from the Mansion, and time and resolution has put a little more weight on her bones and colour in her cheeks, to the point where she's almost indiscernible from her more common counterparts. Even so, the slight discrepancy in weight and colour speaks volumes to those who know her well, and who know how fit and vibrant she normally is]
[He's prepared thanks to Aoko-san and Koizumi-san's explanations. Or -- he thinks he is. His observational skills have been working overtime for months, and the tiny signs of difference are noted even as her age registers --
Conan carefully puts the kitchen knife down, leaving that hand resting on the edge of the bench.]
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He looks a bit older than the ones she's used to interacting with... and a bit different, too. One she hasn't met, then? Ah well. She's enjoyed the company of the few she has had the pleasure to speak with while here. No reason not to be friendly]
Ah, Conan-kun! When did you learn how to cook?
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A neighbour is teaching me.
You look younger.
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Mmm. And you look much older. [hands linked behind her back, she steps passed the threshold into the kitchen]
Do you need any help?
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Thank you, but I need the practice.
... unless you don't mind setting the table?
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Curiosity that's only furthered by an interesting find. Akako doesn't hover in the doorway, instead casually entering the kitchen and taking Conan in with sharp ruby eyes that seem to see too much]
Edogawa-kun.
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I didn't realise we'd met, Koizumi-san.
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[Either way he's just as capable of being unnaturally quiet as any good Kaito, and is perking to peer over Conan's shoulder into the pan.]
Oooh~ I don't think I've met many of you that cook.
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This is an alternates thing?
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Except... Is that really....?]
Conan-kun...?
[Ran tentatively enters the kitchen, her brows drawn in a puzzled frown. She's had a fair amount of time away from the Mansion, and time and resolution has put a little more weight on her bones and colour in her cheeks, to the point where she's almost indiscernible from her more common counterparts. Even so, the slight discrepancy in weight and colour speaks volumes to those who know her well, and who know how fit and vibrant she normally is]
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[He's prepared thanks to Aoko-san and Koizumi-san's explanations. Or -- he thinks he is. His observational skills have been working overtime for months, and the tiny signs of difference are noted even as her age registers --
Conan carefully puts the kitchen knife down, leaving that hand resting on the edge of the bench.]
You're surprised.
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[not to mention he's cooking. She draws closer, wondering if this is what her Conan is going to look like in a few years]
Are you new here?
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[Conan keeps his hand steady on the bench.]
Ah. It's only been a couple of hours.
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