[Nope, he doesn't even seem to notice the "sir", much less be bothered by it. He's used to be called "-sama" on a daily basis; a single, joking "sir" is nothing.

He finishes gathering the rest of the ingredient that are in the refrigerator and heads over to set them on the counter near Fubuki. As he moves on to grab other things like a knife for himself and a flying pan and mixing supplies, he glances over to see what Fubuki is doing and holds back a laugh.]

Those are cute! Do you think we should do everything that way?

[The answer is definitely "no" but it might be up to Shun to say so...

The next time he speaks up, it's from behind a cabinet door as a little muffled. To be honest, he had been thinking they could go watch some of the fireworks, but...]

Maybe we could watch a movie? Or tell ghost stories? A test of courage would be fun, but we'd need more people....Or maybe a pillow fight?