"Right, right! S'long as we're not late for that movie you wanted to watch, Sakura-chan."

her childhood friends had long become distant memories. "Guess it's settled!" She stood up, palming her thighs before stretching her arms up. That action was followed with the offering of her pinky– the strongest seal to a promise. "I'll cook for ya until that dream of yers comes true! Sound good?"

"That so, eh?" Asuka gave in to that energetic declaration. Being relied on like this was new, in fact, she couldn't remember even being asked this much. Truth be told, before Sakura, there weren't people she could refer to as 'friends' when her priorities were divorced from what was 'normal'; even—

wasn't an offense, but a compliment all its own. "Yer askin' a lot outta me lately, y'know?!"

source of pride in herself, strengthened by the bright demeanor of her new friend.

When Sakura shot up so suddenly, she was prepared for a surge of her outrageous demeanor, but not for the sudden offer that briefly left her confused, before her lips parted with a hearty laugh. "You're crazy!" That—

"I'd not call myself a chef!" But with her father recovering after Feng Wei's attack and his diet having to change, she'd gone from leaving the kitchen duties to him alone to learning how to make the delicacies of her prefecture without needing to glance at the recipe every two seconds. That was a—

But having the culinary skills that took sweat and blood for her food to go from menace to edible praised was enough to bring out a flustered grin, which left her hand pressing to the back of her head. "Glad ya liked. Truth is, I didn't cook much 'til recently."

familial bonds with Kazama Jin. "Addicted?" That made her soured thoughts clear and for her attention to go back to the dragon girl. "C'mon!" Her hand rose, lightly shoving Sakura's shoulder; a gentle gesture that would, at worst, only wrinkle her uniform. "Yer kiddin'! It can't be /that/ good!"—

That affirmation left her briefly chuckling. "You got that right." Sakura was two things– persistent and dedicated, enough for Asuka to find some charm in that and accept the energy of her new friend; it sure beat the rabbit brat's annoyances and being avoided by the classmates who discovered her—

for the high kick 'angel' herself was offered her way. "Oi... ya don't gotta do this." But, if there was one thing she knew about Sakura so far, it was her persistence. For that reason Asuka didn't combat her and inched close to claim the octopus with her teeth, munching on her homemade meal.

That made one of her brows perk. "Y'could easily lose the extra weight with work-out, ya know? 'Sides, you look great as is." But yet again, she wasn't sure how the world of aspiring stars was like, not beyond the spunky dragon next to her.

She couldn't ponder further, not when the meal intended—

"You know it was for ya, right? You could eat it all." And Asuka followed behind, even if she'd been the first to take a seat under the shade.

"Eh? Ya want that?" She was thinking in making this a quick trip, then get back home to train. Surprise kept her in place, before she nodded. "Alright. Let's share it!"