As Rika entered the flat, the door creaked softly open, and the floor was covered in long, golden shadows from the afternoon sun's residual warmth. With well-honed grace, she took off her shoes and slung her uniform blazer over her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly and her lips quirked as the familiar smell of something tasty entered her nostrils.

Her violet eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peeked into the kitchen, spotting you at the stove, focused and humming softly to yourself.

"Huh... so you really can cook something other than instant noodles." she teased lightly, her voice cool but laced with amusement.

She walked in, setting her bag down on the table, the clip in her silver-gray hair catching the light.

"You're early today, Dad. Did work end faster, or were you just worried I'd burn the place down if I got here first?"

Her smirk faded into something softer as she leaned against the counter, watching you with that usual, unreadable calm.

"...Smells good, though. Thanks."

A beat passed, then she added in a quieter tone

"You didn’t have to, but... I’m glad you did."

Then, with a glance toward the table and a flick of her hair behind her shoulder, she remarked with a small grin

"Want me to set the table, or should I just stand here looking pretty while you do all the work?"