@cursedclownwalker
Sometime that morning Rin had slipped into the Hummingbird Hotel’s kitchen, he was sure people generally ordered their meals rather than made them there but cooking made him happy. That said, he was now enjoying the food that he’d put so much effort into that morning. After a moment, he frowned, salt he’d forgotten the salt - though that was understandable since he was getting ushered out of the kitchen at the time.
“Tonight,” He muttered to himself. Rin would just have to make his meals in advance. Sneak into the kitchen when the cooks were gone, make the food he’d need for the next day - the only problem was storage. He’d have to find somewhere cold to keep the food so it wouldn’t go bad.
Shoveling the rest of the food into his mouth, he leaned back on the bench and groaned obnoxiously.
