Shisui quirked a smile at his father, though when the next words came it fell slightly, when Kagami wasn't looking. Being a good son--not a perfect son--mattered to Shisui. His own idea of a good son was and the strives for independence he'd made as a teenager--moving out of the compound at sixteen on his own money, for one--didn't always match up.

"Yeah--yeah, dinner sounds nice. You can..." Shisui hesitated, mostly because he took to cooking like ducks to oil. Not well and usually leaving a disgusting mess. "We could go out to eat tomorrow night--I have a week long mission afterward, so..." It would be an okay goodbye. He rolled his weight and smiled, putting a hand out in an offer to carry the bags.