“Very competent,” Gen laughed, but his expression softened. “I shouldn’t let you slander my husband’s cooking like that - damning yourself with faint praise.”

He shared that last kiss, then leaned against Senku a little as they moseyed into the kitchen. “Mm. Well, first I should ask you - would you prefer to be surprised during my future performance, or would you like to hear all the behind the scenes info?”