[In his defense, the fish he's frying is only slightly burned. Still totally edible!
Takeru has his music up too loud to notice anyone's walked in until Patamon's nervously tugging on his sleeve. He takes out his earbuds, turns his head, sees Erina's expression, and--oh. Did he leave a pan out of place somewhere?]
Nakiri-san. [When in doubt, pretend like you heard every word.] I'll clean everything up, don't worry.
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Takeru has his music up too loud to notice anyone's walked in until Patamon's nervously tugging on his sleeve. He takes out his earbuds, turns his head, sees Erina's expression, and--oh. Did he leave a pan out of place somewhere?]
Nakiri-san. [When in doubt, pretend like you heard every word.] I'll clean everything up, don't worry.