Even considering the point of this exercise, Shinjiro hadn't expected Mitsuru to come. While it was meant to bring the community closer together, it wasn't a business meeting. Granted, he couldn't really criticize her anymore than he could himself. He didn't fit in here, either. He was pretty good at keeping people at bay, usually (though that was proving to be inaccurate today), but Mitsuru didn't know how to intimidate people into leaving her alone.

And what's more, he actually participated. He hadn't expected that. He watched as she left the dish she'd prepared at the table, and waited until she wandered away slightly to check it out. His eyebrows raised when he noted what it was, and smiled to himself. It was singed at the edges, but she'd done her best. He honestly hadn't known Mitsuru knew how to cook at all. Being burned slightly didn't necessarily ruin honey toast's flavor anyway.

It didn't here, either. It was actually pretty good and he walked in her direction, looking to tell her just that when she turned suddenly into him and he touched her shoulder briefly to let her know it was him.

"Don't worry about it." He glanced back toward the table before looking back to her. "You brought honey toast." He didn't sound surprised. "It was good." And that wasn't even a lie.