"What will I do about it...? Hm... Well you could, um..." Hm, answering that was a bit tricky. "I guess I'll just be extra careful, that's all!" Yumi replied, smiling assuredly, "As long as I don't fight like an idiot I won't get hurt. And of course you need to be careful too, but don't worry about me so much, I can handle whatever you throw at me." Even if he did end up changing, worst case scenario, she should be fine. In the past she'd had some degree of luck with avoiding being on the receiving end of one of her rampant friends and she liked to think that luck would hold out. Were she aware of the truth of the matter she might be even more confident than she was now, rather than betting it all on how things worked in the past. "We'll just stick to traditional martial arts, that is about as safe as we can get, don't you think?"

Takeshi rather felt like cooking his own food, at least until Kai and Choi came into the kitchen. He'd come to accept they were better cooks than he was... In a kitchen at least. If he had a chance to have them make their meal then he'd be nuts to turn it down. Even if it was just fried food, something he or even Shu could probably manage it was bound to come out better with their touch. Taking his brother back to the dining hall he eyed the lone Kabocha thoughtfully before getting a smirk, walking over and slapping his friend on the head playfully. Inciting just the kind of reaction he'd expect he shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his head. "I could... But you know, I don't think I'm all that normal," Takeshi replied, smiling amused, "And yeah, they're making it. Fried food, dunno what exactly. Bet it'll be good."

With two trained cooks working it had better be good. A meal just wasn't the same if you were made to eat sub-par food. Sure, socializing helped a little, but a bland bit of food could really soil mealtime. "Good... Good. Can't believe they thought I was going to cook, as if I would even know where to begin," Kabocha mumbled, shaking his head before smiling, "We really should find us some cooks, whatever planet we go to next maybe. Those two really hate cooking, I can tell, so we'll find someone else to do it for us." Surely they could recruit one or two aliens who would want to see the universe. Only problem with that was whether they would have any clue how to work with foreign ingredients like they had onboard. Glancing over at Shu for a second Kabocha chuckled lightly, reaching out to try and flick the younger boy's nose, "Someone tried to get a bit of lunch in early during sparring, huh?"