Kisora was having a harder time with this stone than he thought was necessary, but to each their own he assumed. As she stepped back away from the food, his pinkie finger flared into motion, picking up where she left off. The last batch had been a little burnt on the bottom and, while that didn't bother him, Kisora didn't seem happy about it. "Attacked over a stone, attacked over a symbol, attacked over the blood in your veins, someone will always find a reason to make you an enemy. It's not a matter of it's worth in your hands, in my opinion, but what it means to keep it out of theirs. Whoever they are, if a portal dropped it here in the middle of one of the five great ninja villages, it must be better off with us than them." He shrugged after, "That's just what I think, at least."
She brought up his initial request and he chuckled for a bit. "Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't want to just sit around eating food? Beats doing work any day if you ask me. I hate work though, so maybe I'm biased, or jaded, pick your adjective. Doing something like dishes? That's easy," he said, relinquishing control of the pot and ladle back to Kisora, "I don't even really have to think about it. Karasu and Kuroari do most of the work, I just kind of cheer them on." He smiled again, and again it didn't quite seem to reach his eyes. "Besides, this is way better than having to give out a bunch of orders to the Doton and Jiton users and getting my hands and clothes filthy."