Xaviers!

Diego finished swallowing. "This means war you know," he smirked.

Colette finished up her plate, letting out a contented sigh. "Zat was lovely, zank you boz."

"You are welcome!" She says, distracted by whatever act of war Diego was about to enact. "Thank you too!"

"No need to thank me. All I did was stir. And eat. Mostly eat," he smiled.

"Well, even an Executive Chef needs a Prep Cook... unless you are ze busboy perhaps?" Colette pushed her plate toward Diego and leaned back in her seat, arms behind her head.

"Clean up, food slave." Chisaki added, not being nearly as vague as Colette.

"Oh ha ha," he said sarcastically. "I should be insulted. But for you fine ladies, I'll gladly put aside my poor, bruised ego and deign to... clean," he said with exaggerated cordiality and mock disdain.

"Take zis as advice monsieur Diego; Ladies like a gentleman who can cook. Zey like even more one who can do ze dishes as well."

Chisaki tilted her head to the side.

"I do like nice people." She said, a bit confused about the lesson Colette was trying to teach Diego.

"Why do you think I learned how?" he grinned mischievously as he gathered up plates.

"Good man, good man. You will do well here I am certain. Perhaps I am biased, but ze girls upon zis campus? I zink zey are enough to make most teenage boys wish zey had been born wiz ze gene."

This flirting thing was very out of Chisaki's field of expertise, so she went about nibbling on one of the madelaines in her hand.

"Oh I am definitely glad I got to come here," he said boyishly.

Colette giggled softly. These two were so cute.