[ Kon has to wonder how often they have new people coming into their living space that there's only a brief pause before he's given an affirmative. Then again, considering how many people he'd seen for the little while he'd shown up, it's not really that shocking. Just how many of the people that are hanging out here actually live here? It's kind of crazy, but in a funny kind of way.

He offers Kashuu a grin in response to the answer, though, and heads into the kitchen. Although, he has to pause as he eyes the mugs and bowls, resisting the urge to comment on them. For now, anyways, as he goes to set the bag he'd loaded up with food onto the floor for the meantime. He has to roll and tie up the sleeves of his yukata, after all. ]

Just figured making you guys food would be a good way of showing gratitude for the, uh, impromptu invite that Mutsu tossed at me. [ Read as: you weren't wrong, Kashuu. ]