I laugh softly, and as politely as I can. "My grandfather can't cook either. This would probably be the sort of family meal we'd have, were we to have them."

I begin eating, nodding my agreement at the compliment to the chef. When I'm address again I set my chopsticks down and swallow before speaking.

"Not usually. We're here on business at the moment." I glance at Kanji, still trying not to blush every time I look at him. "I don't mind. It wasn't that prying of a question."