[ Makoto rolls his eyes at Laurent and yawns before hastily shoving his glove back on and using his second wind to start tugging at the next weed, taking him a step to the side. But there isn't any heat in his expression, he's just tired. ]

Yeah. Not long at all.

[ Last time he cooked around anyone but himself, he'd been Yakuza. And he still missed her sometimes, if he's honest. Makoto keeps his gaze down on the weeds. ]

You know, I expected you to give me way more of a hard time about all of this.

[ And on to the next one, it's sort of impressive sometimes, to see how fast Makoto can pick up a new skill after seeing it, reading about it.

There's still no real heat in his voice. ]

So if you've got any ulterior motives, forget it, okay?