[ The large double doors to the temple were always open, but going through the courtyard, it was clear where the residential area was, and when Watanuki heard the knocking, he had been pulling a large casserole dish out of the oven. He glimpsed into the little dutch oven. The entire kitchen smelled of what he had been making: cottage pie. ]
[ But he pulled away, discarding the oven mitt to the counter, heading quickly over to the door. He was in navy blue yukata with black crows and a matching obi. He looked himself over, once, twice, and felt vain, before opening the door. ]
Welcome. [ And the smell flooded out. And yes, he had fret over what to make Ron, before deciding to make him something that might have been familiar to him (and fun to make, he was used to only making Japanese dishes, after all). He opened the door for Ron to come in. ]
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[ But he pulled away, discarding the oven mitt to the counter, heading quickly over to the door. He was in navy blue yukata with black crows and a matching obi. He looked himself over, once, twice, and felt vain, before opening the door. ]
Welcome. [ And the smell flooded out. And yes, he had fret over what to make Ron, before deciding to make him something that might have been familiar to him (and fun to make, he was used to only making Japanese dishes, after all). He opened the door for Ron to come in. ]