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Sorano and Len followed with needless care, Sorano lacing his hands behind his head and walking with Len concentrated more on the egg held to her bosom. Both gave sideways glances to the Meganium and held the same thought, "Not worth the steal."

Len continued to follow down the lane towards the house but for some reason or another, Sorano had stopped.

"What?" she asked, glasses glinting low. In the next few hours, the sun would wave its goodbye to Kodo. Even so, the surrounding area was certainly a poignant shade of orange.

" 'ice place." he commented, a waver of his heart somehow pushing him to continue pacing.

"Idiot." shrugged Len. It was hard to figure what went on in his mind sometimes. Yet, he could read her like any cheap fifty cent comic.

"You live in a wonderful neighborhood." commented Len towards Rosie with a deft charm in her voice. "Your parents must make much . . . "

Len bowed her head as she entered. "Excuse me for the intrusion." she murmured quietly. Too bad Mother had instilled this particular proclivity into her like etched lettering. Sorano followed her remark with a nod. Of course, it was burned into him too. However, all the frying pans to the head sort of knocked the sense to murmur it out of him. Politeness was such a hard thing to commit to sometimes. That was probably why he only seemed to find it around cute girls. Or superiors. Or really anyone other than his sister.

He cared not to watch his surroundings as he removed his shoes and headed steadfast to the kitchen. Len remained back to watch, taking in the elements of not the house, but home. Nothing really of value that was light and worthwhile upon taking. Besides the football, but it was lacking in the components of any metals and gems collectors might claw their eyes out for. With a damsel sigh and a hand to her cheek, she followed into the kitchen. Both the Dinkley siblings remained silent, but Sorano read the agitation on Lennyka's brow quickly. Was this going to be a waste of their time?

"So, where d'ya want to start?" asked Sorano. He was not a culinary masterpiece, but he did like to cook. "Din firs', cake, them pastries?"

Len quickly chirped up to. "Yes, where did you want to start?" Oh, if only they could burn something and start a fire? Imagine the flames!

"Mmhmm," thought Len for a moment, a finger poking her cheek. "Well, dessert before dinner really sound-"

Before she could continue any further, she was alerted when a Pokeball attached to her side wiggled. Out popped a rather curious looking Pikachu, one of blue eyes but quite black looking patches around his eyes. He sniffed at the air before smiling at Len and giving her a tiny V. Len narrowed her eyes at the Pokemon but sighed.

"Max, why are you out of your ball?" she asked, trying her best not to look cross and punish the Pikachu for disobeying her common orders to never act without command.

"Pikacha!" it chirped. "Pika, pika, pikacha!"

"I guess my answer is made then." Gosh, why was she agreeing with the damned thing? "Dessert first would be lovely."

Sorano nodded his head. "Dessert it be than. Now, where be tha' nearest 'pron . . . " He was rearing to go!

"Max," Len said. "His name is . . . Max."

Max smiled to Rosie and gave her the universal V for peace. "Pikacha!" he chimed before turning to Kiss Kiss and giving the same peace pose. "Pi!"

Sorano happily took the apron, flipping the upper loop over his teal hair and tying the other end behind his back. Len offered him a band to tie his hair back, which he took without protest. When a chef hat wasn't around, it was the next best thing.

"Mm, thank you." Len hummed when she received the second green apron from Rosie. She was actually allowed to cook this time?

"Ah, ahh . . . " Sorano cricked a finger hesitantly at Rosie and Len, watching her place the her own egg to Max's keep and slip the apron on. "A-Are ya sure ya wan' ta . . . cook Len?" he asked. Arceus, please say no.

"Of course," she grinned. "I would love to. Very much. We should use high heat . . . to make sure everything cooks faster . . . yes?" Yes, high heat . . .

Max fiddled with the egg in his grip and tilted his head from right to left at Rosie, mouth is a serious squiggle. "Pikaaa." he said worriedly, trying his best to nudge her for a good area to place it down. "Pikachaaa."

Len obliged her simply with a nod. However, deep on the inside of her tiny little bosom, she would have preferred to rip her hair out and weave it into rope.

When Rosie left the room, Len's scowled deepened tenfold. "Sorano, do you know how tangled you have me right now? I have to get back to the base, its nearly my shift at the office!" She whispered hastily. Her arms folded across her bosom and the sneer only seemed to darken deeper. "If you have me late, by the great gods, Sorano -- you don't want to know what I will do to you!"

Sorano chuckled deeply and patted her head like a mother would her child. "Calm yerself, Len." he replied in the same tone, removing his hand. Eh, she was surely pissed. "Yer not gonna be late. Look, have Lola cova ya er somethin' 'til ya get back. Tha' won' be 'ard, 'ight?"

"No-" Len was cut off as she heard the music soothe into the many rooms. "Sorano, I have a schedule I follow. If you want to have Miss Blond and Perky interrupt yours, go right ahead. But I deal with hindrance the like a fire does, burning them down."

"Len, what tha 'ell are ya-" Before he could continue, Sorano was positive Rosie was coming back into the room.

"Pikacha." happily squeaked Max. Now where to put the egg down?

Both the Dinkley siblings had not registered the presence of the Vaporeon and even if she had heard, they would have shrugged it off. Most trepidation flitted by when Rosie reentered the room, where both retook their roles as being absolutely giddy and comforting. 'Twas much more harder for Len to regain her fake composure but she did so with will, even turning to Rosie and clasping her hands together in contentment.

"Oh, I can't wait." Oh, she couldn't wait. Could not wait at all. In the next hour, she was out of there no matter what the obstacles.

"I'll git tha' ingredients . . . " muttered Sorano as he headed for the fridge. What was needed? Eggs, milk, butter . . . Sorano snatched up these and more as he turned to set them on the counter.

Len stood a distance away and simply waited, turning a nonchalant eye to Vahy'n than concentrating it back on the two. It was quite obvious she had something planned.

Max obliged her and followed towards the soft pallet of comfortableness. The egg seemed to wiggle lightly, as if saying, "Darn it, get me some place warm and quick!" Hey, Max was trying his fastest!

The low hum caught her ears immediately and the young woman flashed sorrel eyes to the suddenly violent Vaporeon.

"Ah, is something the matter?" she asked towards the Water type, face glinting with a dangerous smirk. It did not take long for the Rocket grunt to catch the fact that the Vaporeon was onto her. "Mm, Rosie, I don't think your Vaporeon likes me much . . . should I step outside?"

Sorano, who too turned his head towards the sound, choked back his want to restrain her. She was smiling, terribly. She was pissed and the growling of the Water type (a type she too despises, unfortunately), was setting her heart's fire ablaze. That smile, no matter how welcoming, warm and touching it may have appeared, was actually a dire want to punch a wall and pull out the electrical behind it all in one go. She should not be allowed to step outside.

"Maybe ya should go an' sit in the . . . livin' room." he said suddenly. "I know, ya needs a 'est from tadays 'vents. Jus' go sit."

A small frown followed her expression with pursed lips. He knew not to let her outside. Arceus, what about her was like an open book? What was? "Would that be alright, Rosie?" she asked. "I do need some time to clear my head." I have to think this over and get that Vaporeon off my trail. "Mind if I lay down in the living room? I am a bit fatigued." I'll need to think of a reason to step outside . . . Arceus, what would be a good reason? None came to her.