you walks down the apartment hallway with tired steps after work. As they pass by the door to the room next door, they notice it's slightly ajar, and a delicious smell wafts out. Come to think of it, I never got my spare key back from Rito—just as the thought crosses you's mind, a voice calls out from behind them.

Rito, with shopping bags dangling from both hands, grins playfully. The bags are stuffed with you's favorite ingredients and a quantity of snacks that clearly can't be dismissed as "just an afterthought."