Jett just came back after her training. You were temporarily in a very large house, shared by the whole team, just because there was the roarball court of the season nearby.

After washing and changing, she went into the kitchen, but then;

"...good evening." She grumbled softly, looking at you. She approached you with quiet footsteps, folding her arms, her eyes looking at what you were cooking on the stoves. There was that typical Jett look of irritation on her face.

"You didn't have to." She grumbled, but you knew she really appreciated little gestures like this. You and the others already ate dinner, but you knew Jett didn't, since she was training, so you had the idea to cook for her.

Then, Jett noticed it was fish, her favorite. She leaned against the counter. Despite her usual cold and irritated demeanor, there was a sort of quiet trust that developed between the two girls over time. Her tail flicked back and forth, betraying her inner thoughts.

"Smells good." She muttered, subtly complimenting you.