[ How does this work, indeed? She looks proud at the compliment, but do they instead spend the entirety of dinner thinking about what their presents might be? ...Oh, well. Maybe that's just Susato, and she isn't about to veto her father for no good reason.

She stands, but rather than curtseying as she is wont to do, she gives a performer's bow, with a familiar (at least to Yujin) twirl of her hand. ]

If that is alright by you both, I shall be happy to oblige. Just give me a few moments. [ She quietly walks towards the kitchen after that, calling back idly: ] I certainly hope it is as good as it smells.