"I can just get whatever," Kanda grumbled with a shrug and looked around for means to make tea. He did sound a little bit disappointed, though, even if he apparently didn't think it was a big deal. He eventually picked up a mug and a teapack, and headed for what looked like a thermos of hot water, looking over the remains on the table on the way.

"You really know this stuff." Was being good at making food also a part of being 'mother' or something?