Amami cocked her head as she recalled the last time she'd tried to intervene in Bella being an obstacle. The repair bill on that incident had grown rather high...though it wasn't HER fault that she'd shot a gas line! Or that Bella had blown away half the house! After all, how could she have been thought to know that flammable gas was going through that line? It was just unreasonable, or at least she thought so. And people rarely argued with her outside the house, not that she realized it was because she carried guns everywhere. She thought it was just because she was that intelligent.

As for the imminent issue of breakfast, she holstered her gun in one fluid motion and held out her hands. "Give me the bag, Shuu-chan! I can cook, and you won't even all die!" Cooking wasn't really that difficult, and being that she'd lived alone before this cooking was something she could do. Of course, whether or not it lapsed into "good" was really unknown even to her, but she did know it was edible. After all, she reasoned, if she could cook for the house, then she could save herself a bigger portion, and that was a very appealing idea in her mind.