[ At first, he's caught off guard. Ichiro's not used to people taking care of him. It's something he's just gotten used to, and it doesn't bother him. Making sure those he loves and cares about -- that's more than enough for him.

He rubs at the back of his neck. Ichiro's too transparent to hide his embarrassment. A couple of moments later, he gives her a smile, bright and genuine. ]

Nah, don't worry. I've kind of got a reputation for being the guy who'll lend a hand to anyone, so...

[ ... Anyway! ]

Heh, pretty much anywhere? But how about the miso-stewed mackerel. I don't make it as well as someone I knew a long time ago, but it's pretty good.