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Hakuba cut into the steak, it was cooked just right, medium rare. He cut a small piece, and brought it to his lips, tongue darting out for a taste of the cause he’d use, not spicy, not salty, just perfect, before taking a bite. He chewed slowly, taking in the flavor of meat and sauce, chewing it thoroughly before swallowing. His eyes lifted from his plate to the other, wandering what he thought, as he worked on cutting himself a second piece, just as small and bite sized.

He liked to enjoy his food.

“Tell me, how do you like the steak?” He asked before taking a second bite, chewing just as slowly, as if with purpose, before lifting his wine glass and taking a small sip. “I have also prepared some dessert for later, but that will all depend on how you behave, of course.” A soft smirk graced his lips as he scooped up some mashed potato’s, creamy and whipped with some chives mixed in for flavor, and took a bite as well.

“I am not one to treat my guests poorly.” Hakuba finally replied to his earlier comment. “My mother would never forgive me if I did not treat each guest, welcome or unwelcome, no matter the circumstance, like a gentleman. I was also the one who asked you to come right after school, so of course I’d make you dinner; it is only polite." 

He watched as the other started to cut into his meal, then looking down at the silverware in front of him before taking the knife and fork in hand and beginning on his own. Getting a small piece on his fork, he took a bite himself, savoring the flavour as he chewed. He didn’t respond to Hakuba’s question, nor comment about the dessert right away, instead trying some of the mashed potatoes and allowing the other to finish speaking.

”…Well, whether out of politeness or not, the food’s delicious. Thank you.“ A small laugh. "And I should hope I won’t act so badly as to not get dessert that I could only assume will be just as good.”

After another bite of steak, he finally reached over and took hold of the stem of the wine glass, carefully bringing it to his lips and taking a sip, smiling at the taste. It was soon placed down on the table again, though he did at least keep it a bit closer.

“So… which am I normally considered as? Welcome or unwelcome, I mean.”

Whether he was asking about Kaito or Kid, he didn’t make clear. Nor did he intend to. He was just curious to hear the other’s answer.