As soon as they had left the plaza, the two boys headed straight for home. Kido was skipping along happily like he often did, and Felice walked with his normal expression of what probably looked like slight irritation. He wasn't really that mad right now, though, just glad to finally be going home for dinner; he hadn't realized just how hungry he was until just then. [i]I hope that means I put on a good performance, if I'm feeling like this now. Now if only I can do that well tonight...[/i] Since their current source of income depended a lot on his ability to entertain, he often thought about how well he was doing and if he needed to improve on anything. 

Eventually, the two arrived back at the building they were currently living in and walked up to their apartment. It was small, but pretty nice in their opinion. It didn't really matter to them anyway since there were only two of them, and they were glad that they could even afford it. Once they were inside, Felice put his bag down by the door and Kido ran to wash up before helping with dinner. His job would be to fetch ingredients and set the table, while Felice would handle the actual cooking. 

During the process, Felice would listen to Kido talking about his day: How he had done with his classes, how his artwork was going, what kinds of odd things he had witnessed and such. When Kido would ask him about his day, however, he would give his usual answer: "Same as always, mostly. Did a lot of tricks, saw a lot of people, maybe impressed a few of them. Not too different from normal." After several minutes of this, he finally finished the pasta and potato dish he was cooking, and they sat down to eat.