With a fixed brush of the cook's fingers, Ran's bangs were moved aside, wiping the drop of sweat that dared to trickle down his chin away, tying the additional pieces of fabric into a knot that held the apron on, as he then slid gloves on. With that, his gaze moved.

"What is it you need to satiate your cravings?" The translation of his fancy talk being 'What do you wanna eat?', simple question, fancier wording.