[It's true that Chikusa would be perhaps a little wary of anything handmade from Ken... However, his boyfriend had made that stew for his birthday. He'd try it, in the end. Sure, he'd test it on a hapless stranger or someone he doesn't care about, first, just in case it's really bad... but he'd eat it in the end. Ken really is good at more than he gives himself credit for; Roy had been right on that one.]

[The real problem would be keeping the food on the kitchen counter instead of immediately into his mouth.]

[...But, you know, in a different way than the cough, and Chikusa finally rouses from his lovestruck stupor. Faintly, he makes that usual not-exactly-a-laugh which even Ken has only rarely heard before.]

Nice, Ken...

[Truly his gross dog manners will come out no matter when or where. Still, Chikusa does lean in. He's not salacious, exactly... It's just, much like Ken's manners, he also doesn't care about the time or place. All he cares about is how much he's still riding that high from the unexpected gift, and how Ken looks right now. So there's definitely a kiss, although it might not do the proper job of getting rid of that cherry liquid... Especially since it doesn't last long, with Chikusa pulling away to glance up at Minako.]

I'll be taking him to the park after this... So I'll leave the rest of the things with you. Alright?

[Like he totally didn't just makeout with his boyfriend just now. Sorry, Minako. Or not sorry?]