Cooking was an adventure, or so Mikan-tan insisted, but Murasaki-dono wasn't really inclined to agree. She preferred a well-organized kitchen and a carefully planned order of preparation that let her flow gracefully from one task to the next; seeing Mikan-tan in action for the first time had been...well, a bit shocking, at first. But once she got over the near-fire on the stove, the copious amounts of orange food coloring finding their way into things that certainly didn't call for it, and the foolishness of licking the mixer before unplugging it, she'd accepted that Mikan would be Mikan, and this was the kind of thing they were never likely to see eye to eye on. It didn't mean she didn't value Mikan-tan as a friend and enjoy spending time with her, of course. So she steeled herself inside and prepared to take another afternoon of mishaps with dignity and elegance, as they flipped open the cookbook to pick out a recipe to try for tonight. They'd settled on the idea of French cuisine, but hadn't yet narrowed down their options any further than that.