Haruka sighed softly, hiding how uncomfortable the honorific made her feel. She'd been called all sorts of things and had many different honorifics used on her; Haruka-san, Haruka-kun, even Haru-chan, but never had anyone used 'sama' before. It made her shift a bit on her feet. At least he was calling her Haruka at all, as opposed to her surname. She couldn't help but smile a little bit. His formality was actually enjoyable in a sense. All of such traditions had been lost over the years, she only ever witnessed them in places of honor; old shrines, sometimes in school, but this was her first time being treated with such respect. Maybe after a while she would get used to it.

Of course, things got much worse when he dropped to his knees to bow. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared down at him, flushed and embarrassed. She didn't know what to say, it was as though she was his master or something. How in the world was she supposed to respond to such an action. Thankfully, he loosened the mood by answering her question. Fried tofu and warm sake. That seemed easy enough, and quite tasty as a matter of fact. It had been some time since she'd had fried tofu. Of course, Haruka wasn't a fan of sake, but she had some on hand. She always had some on hand, for guests that may show up. 

Another smile brightened her features as she knelt down next to her new companion. "Well then Junkojuro-san, you should be happy to know that I was already planning on making fried tofu for breakfast," she told him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder before standing up and turning to head toward the kitchen. He would have to be patient of course, but she would have their meal finished soon enough, and then Junkojuro was free to show her around the shrine in which she would be calling home. 
The moment she was in the kitchen, she began to cook, the smell of the spices and the oil filing the air, making Haruka all the more hungry. Patiently she cooked and soon enough she had two plates of the fried silken tofu, warm and ready for eating. 

Walking to the what looked to be a dining room, just as elaborately decorated as the rest of the shrine, she set the plates down on opposite sides of the small table, only to walk back to the kitchen for the sake and the pot of tea she'd been boiling. She came back and glanced toward Junkojuro as she knelt down on her side of the table, motioning for him to join her. "It's ready, feel free to eat," she gave him a curt nod and then poured a small amount of the warm sake into an ochoko for him. Just because to him this was an offering didn't mean he had to eat alone. Eating in the company of others made food taste better anyways.