Seto spun around and returned to his station with a small laugh. "Right. We're almost done."

He set his carefully cut vegetables near the stove, ready to be dropped in at the perfect moment. Maybe it was a little rude to stare...but he couldn't help but be fascinated by how much care Ryou put into his work. His focused look was so...appealing.

But it really was rude to just stand about uselessly. "I'll. Uh. Set the table."

There, he's got it. Off he went.