[-- you have never seen someone move so fast. Kaito's across the kitchen within seconds of realizing they aren't alone anymore, and he settles for staring very intently at the half-prepared lasagna on the counter. He's leaning his elbow on the counter and his chin in his hand as he drums his fingers against the marble idly. His back is toward the newcomer, mostly so whoever it is can't see the heavy flush that had overtaken his features.

He doesn't move to turn around.

Because this lasagna is very interesting]