[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210317/555075298c0c78a898e1208734a75eee.png[/img][Right]April 11th. Hinotori High School.[/Right][hr]

Genki watched as the pair had their eyes fixated on some sort of oven baked food, Kaito's face contorted in pure concentration. If you just paid attention to his face, you'd think the guy was performing brain surgery. Pulling out a fork, Kaito poked said pastry, and after the briefest of seconds, watched the whole thing deflate like a balloon. Genki half expected a comical fart sound effect to come out, but alas, it was not the case.

After a few consoling words towards Kaito, Rin, er -- [i]Linda[/i] turned her attention to Genki, as if to acknowledge his presence before turning back to Kaito. [color=ed1c24]"Soufflé huh? That's French, right?" [/color] He said, shifting his weight from one side or the other. [color=ed1c24]"Speaking of which, are we going to be learning food from all over the world, like French, Italian, or Indian? Or is this a mostly Japanese course and we can just make whatever for fun?"[/color] He probably would've offered help at this point, but a familiar voice spoke out from behind him asking if this was the Cooking Club or the Drama Club, likely a result of Kaito's moan of anguish.

Genki let out a single [color=ed1c24]"Heh,"[/color] as a [i]thump[/i] followed by a yelp of pain. He turned to see the face of Daigo, holding his arm. [color=ed1c24]"What, hit your funny bone, Daigo?"[/color] A brilliant idea popped into Genki's brain, the kind that would make a 50 watt light bulb appear over a character's head in one of those old cartoons. He turned towards Linda and then back to Daigo. [color=ed1c24]"Hey! Why don't you join the Cooking Club? We only need one more person to get funding."[/color] He gestured to the inside of the room.
[hr][right]Interacting with/Mentioning:[@Scribe of Thoth][@Hero] [/right]