He could smell the burned food from several doors away. Kenshin sighed to himself before he got into the house and made his way to the kitchen, his purchases hanging off the pole he had slung over his shoulders. He set them down gentlly and looked at the table and the pile of very well-down fish before leaning over and prodding the pile with his index finger. No, he wasn't surprised as the whole mess went tumbling down.

"The one would be more than willing to cook for everyone," he said, his tone a little on the light side. Kind he could be but he still felt the urge to tease about the fish. "Unless one enjoys the taste of ash and soot in one's food."