[Sakamoto snickers as she turns away. Without asking, he finds himself a seat at the table, resting his head in his hand as he admires the view of her lovely backside. WHAT A FUCKIN G RAT]

So! How'd you learn to cook, anyway? If you can't eat.

[Teasing:]

Have a boyfriend I don't know about? Ah! Would that make me-

[Sakamoto pauses for dramatic effect.]

A homewrecker?