[Hm, lesson learned: he can do whatever and Charles will still kiss him about it, good to know. Seriously, good to know, but he'll still put more effort into, mm, himself.

Anyway, he says, faux-indignant,] Hey, I have ingredients, [which they both know he does not. If they're getting ingredients they can start walking again, which Junpei does with a little tug on their hands. This story about Charles' mom is pretty cute, other than...

Well. He can guess. Privately, without bringing it up, because it's the cute part that matters.]

You're gonna cook for me? Only an idiot would turn you down, so yeah, let's curry it up.

[Well, he expects he might just be watching, but even so. Truly only an actual fool would say no to home-cooked meals; Junpei is ready and willing to make googoo eyes at Charles over his kitchen counter for however long it takes to prepare curry. He has no idea.

On the way, though, he'll overtly fish for more cute Charles memories:]

Your mom a good cook?