Mitsutada had been tidying up the kitchen when Futsu-no-Mitama comes in, putting some dishes out to dry. He seems completely unperturbed by the fact that he's wearing an apron, having rolled up his sleeves as to not get them wet.

"Hey, Futsu-kun." He looks up from his work, his smile at ease. "You need something?"

The tachi's the one cooking at least once every day, so he's often inside.