Ryu didn’t normally cook, but neither had he had a bot in his head until now. How did Dot know how to cook? Ryu wasn’t completely sure, but at the moment he suspected Dot had indexed all his memories, therefore bypassing the need to actually remember anything. Dot didn’t know how to cook, it was just recalling a recipe that Ryu must’ve seen at some point in his life, at least that was Ryu’s currently standing theory.

How Dot was able to determine what information was relevant though... Ryu was clueless.

He thought about all of this while cooking, not needing to pay much attention to the task. Dot made it rather trivial what with the instructions being streamed straight to his mind. All Ryu had to do was follow them, which naturally lead him to wonder why Dot wasn’t taking control like in VR.

He went through a couple theories, such as whether Dot wasn’t actually able to control his body and it was all the headset’s doing, but that theory had gaps and contradictions which he couldn’t explain.

Ryu smiled lightly as he followed the recipe, step by step, until an appetizing scent permeated through the air. His ears picked up on Ruri’s door opening as the smell drew her in, and he turned his head to greet her.

“Hey, it’s almost ready,” said Ryu.

Ruri walked up beside him and a took a peak as he was plating up their meal. She left and didn’t say anything until Ryu had taken a seat opposite her at the table.

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“So why'd you make dinner so early?” said Ruri.

<3:57 PM>

“Oh...“ Ryu felt like smacking himself. “I forgot it was so early.”

Ruri just rolled her eyes as she picked up her fork.

“I’m hungry anyway so it’s fine.”

Ryu decided to wait until Ruri had the first taste of his and Dot’s cooking; however, Ruri stopped her fork mid air as she spotted her brother staring at her intently.

“What?” said Ruri, suspicious. “You didn’t put anything weird in this did you?”

“Huh? No, I just wanted to try cooking. What would I even put in?” Ryu looked at Ruri who stared back as he tried to understand why she was so suspicious of him.

A thought popped into his head, but the thought of mentioning it to Ruri made his spine shiver. She would definitely murder him.

“What are you thinking?” said Ruri.

Silence wouldn’t work here, so he settled with something direct.

“Nothing, and I didn’t put anything in your food.”

Ruri extended her arm, holding her fork at Ryu’s lips. Stuck to it was a bit of chicken and pasta, covered in white alfredo sauce.

“Then eat it,” said Ruri.

Ryu opened his mouth to reply, but stopped himself. What was the point in arguing? He leaned forward and bit down, enjoying the results of his and Dot’s first meal. It was creamy, and despite the fact he wasn’t any good at telling whether meat was cooked or not the chicken didn’t appear to be raw.

Ruri brought her fork back and made sure Ryu swallowed his meal, before looking down at her own plate and beginning to eat. With her suspicions cleared Ryu began to eat as well, and so from then the two siblings ate mostly in silence.

Albeit, Ryu couldn’t get it out of his head that she was using a fork he’d just eaten off of. He was weird.