[He says so. The clitter of rice into the measuring cups and a few taps against the counter top leaves them nice and level. Sousuke fetches a pot from under the counter and, after glancing back to the measured cups of rice, adds the fitting amount of water to the pot. Look at that, no need for measuring the water; he’s just that good—Oof! That’s heavier than it normally is… Gonna stalk this right over to the stove and set it on the burner before reaching out to the dial and giving it a twist to the “High” setting.

While Rin works his impressive skills on the vegetables and such, Sousuke sets about flavoring the rice. Nothing heavy, just a slice of butter, a few shakes of salt and pepper, a scoop of chili pepper paste for that spicy kick Rin likes so much. Stir it up in the water and leave it to come to a boil. He smirks at the sight of Rin’s skillful cuts and the piles of uniformed ingredients appearing beside him. What a show off.

All thanks to him? Please. No matter how good the ingredients are cut and sectioned, if the rice isn’t utterly perfect and all of that tossed like a pro, that omurice isn’t going anywhere but “bleh” land. And he’s the one in charge of the rice and the skillet business.]

Another race—Oy, you’re dropping stuff. [Sousuke picks the carrot cubes off the floor and washes them off in the sink. He snorts in amusement at that puffed up prediction.] I don’t have to try to beat you. [Even as a bitty, he’s got longer legs, better stamina (he says), and faster so long as a certain someone doesn’t get a head start or mess up or any other excuse he comes up with for his loss. Ha. Ha. Ha. He drops the now-clean carrots into Rin’s bowl. Smirky smirk.] But if you wanna lose again, works for me!