She shrugs. "I mean, I'm perfectly fine either way. They're relatively comfortable as far as heels go," Noriko says. "There are worse things guys have asked me to do than keep my shoes on."

It earns him a smile, and she steps inside, taking in the room for a moment. "Nice house." It's less stuffy than the school, done up in something a bit more edgy somehow. "So your plan is to cook for me."