Having been supplied with a time frame Shigetoshi bids Tatsuki goodbye for the moment and heads out to inform the guests when dinner would be ready. He gives the young guest a bit of leeway and add a few minutes to the estimate, just in case. The Fujiwara sisters, the married one, were thrilled that dinner was being made by Tatsuki. They pulled Shigetoshi into their room and quizzed him on what was being made. Since he really had no idea other than what he had seen he was only able to tell them about the breaded pork. For some reason this seemed to disappoint them. Perhaps it was too similar to Japanese cuisine? When the sisters finally released Shigetoshi he hurried back to the kitchen. He would be happy when he stopped being in the middle of whatever that was. 

"Still want my help?" Shigetoshi asked as he stepped into the kitchen rolling up the selves of his outfit. He smiled crookedly at the guest before moving closer to see what was being done. He had been gone for a fair amount of time so he wasn't sure if there was much else to be done, if anything. "Or do you have everything taken care of?" He found himself slightly disappointed at the prospect and gave himself a mental kick. Again, he wasn't a love struck teen. He needed to get over himself and stop acting only a little better than the married Fujiwara sisters.