"And I appreciate the offer. But today, how about you let me spoil you a bit. A girl as hard-working and kind as you deserves a brake. Our cooking session can wait another day."

Touma had made his decision and there was nothing she could do or say that would persuade him otherwise. He smiled at her, his previous serious demeaner melted away to reveal one filled with warmth. Cooking for her may not have seemed all that significant on the surface, but small acts of kindness like this can make a huge difference in the lives of others. As long as she lived on this train, Touma was going to do his best to be a friend she can depend on.

"Since I'm going to be your chef for the day, all I need you to do is relax. I promise to make you the best damn curry I've ever created. Now let's find you somewhere nice to sit down at while I prepare your meal."

He then gently took hold of her arm with his left hand with the intention of leading her out of the kitchen and into the dining carriage. The boy had a feeling that if he didn't personally escort her out himself, she would just stand there and continue to insist on helping him.