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"Well, you don't need 'special' training just to stand a chance. Talent comes from the heart, not from some teacher that tells you how to cut a apple. True it helps to know those things, but the real talent is you."

"That's very nice of you to say, Itsuki. I'm really glad you think so." Ayame answered, taking a moment to smile at her. He continued cooking and singing, and he was finally almost done. However, he stopped in surprise when he heard giggling. "Huh?" He turned to see Itsuki trying to gain control of herself.

"I-I never would of thought you would know that song. Normally I hear it from women, my mom sang it to me when I was little...before I went to bed. I haven't heard it in so long..."

Ayame blushed, stammering, "I, I, uhm...uh..." He really wasn't sure what to say. He was half-afraid that she would make fun of him for singing a cute song. He saw as she cleared her throat and gained a bit of composure.
"Sorry, I bet I looked like a idiot laughing..."
"N-no, of course not." He told her, "I'm going to go set the table." He said this rather abruptly, quickly grabbing the necessary items and rushing out to the dining room. He was still blushing as he set the table, laying out something like a feast upon it. There was Nikujaga, white rice, Miso soup, some sushi, and the necessary assorted condiments that went along with each. To drink, Ayame prepared Matcha (green tea). For dessert, there were Kushi Dango.

"Dinner's ready, everyone!"