nextgenerationmarvel | Weekend in Tokyo.

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Weekend in Tokyo.

Suited up, Amiko made her way through the Tokyo sky near the Big Hero 6 building, generally in her element and where she was supposed to be.

It was always good to have family over, though as far as public knowledge was concerned, of course, this was Not Happening At All. The Hand was at the top of the list, Takeshi second, but there were so many possible problems for Misha she didn't want word spreading.

So she kept her eyes open. Like that'd work.

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"No it's alright Amiko. I'm able to cook a lot of things. I'm just better cooking for a crowd with traditional meals."

Amiko smiled again. "Good. I appreciate that," she told both of them. "And thank you, Kazumi, but Misha and Rose shouldn't be going anywhere ...noticeable. Call me paranoid, but as far as anyone outside of here is concerned, they are not here."

One of the few servants that are about was sent to fetch him for the meeting. After a few moments to get himself tidied, Hajime comes up from the training room.

"Ah, greetings." he offers on seeing the guests, giving them a formal bow. Unlike the others, he's definitely not speaking English, but figures they can follow that much anyway.

And like a good big sister, Amiko doesn't make it easy on her siblings at all, speaking as she always does with Hajime. "Hajime-san, my brother, Misha Loganovich, and our sister, Rose. Misha, Rose, Kazuhiro Hajime, our resident kensai."

Misha offered a slight bow of the head, as much as any American can, but his smile was genuine and his Japanese passable. "It's nice to meet you all. Amiko has only good things to say about you."

Even for those with passable Japanese, or even the fluent speakers, Hajime's speech is difficult - like Americans following Shakespearean Middle English - its definitely the same language, but takes work at times. He has to wait for Amiko's translation, clearly not understanding a word Misha says.

"Thank you. She has said many good things about you as well."

"Yes, we've all had such nice things to say and hear about each other," Kazumi said brightly. "It's so wonderful. Now that we're done with the niceties, let's see how we can have a little fun. Without," she added, nodding at Amiko, "going anywhere too noticeable."

Rose speaks Japanese about as well as she speaks English. That is to say, passable, albeit somewhat mangled in the process. And the one guy's Japanese was just barely decipherable for her.

"Somewhere where there's alcohol, I'm hopin'."

Reiko giggled a little about the alcohol bit. "And I'm guessing plum wine and saki are not what you're meaning Rose-san." She gave Hajime a smile when he arrived.

"There are a few places I like in Shinjuku. Though I do think they might lower your standings with the fashion world going there Kazumi-san." She grinned. "After all, bars where they hold street fights would not be proper would they?"

"Ah if you would prefer something familiar I have beer. It just isn't American beer... I don't like the kind that is thought of as 'fashionable' here. You would call it cheap I call it in bad taste, Rose-san," Ryosei offers with a slight smile.

"I am not the healthiest eater around. When I'm not working I like to indulge my love for trying different foods out."

"Very generous, girls, but alcohol after dinner."

"Beer sounds good. Amiko could tell you we've been raised to be selective about our beer."

"Dinkle Acker and such can spoil one."

Hajime waits quietly, shifting to be a bit out of the way until activities are decided upon.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen," Amiko raises her voice just a bit firmly. "We have possibilities; we need an agenda. Misha, now that youlve had a chance to catch your breath, are you hungry for dinner yet, or would you like a shot at that educational opportunity I promised, or something else?"

"Dinner, definitely. The educational opportunity is best left for late at night when witnesses will be few. My first round humiliation should be kept as secret as possible. The second round will determine if Dad thinks I need more training. That'll hurt!"

Amiko chuckles slightly. "Yes. And unfortunately, he is nearly impossible to keep a secret from. Not that I'd try. So! Reiko-san, if you're still game, our assistance in the kitchen would be deeply appreciated, and as for drinks, there'll be both sake and, just in honor of the visit, some of Uncle Elf's best-recommended stuff. I still have a stash left."

Reiko nodded bowing politely to the guests. "Should be an hour until dinner's ready."

"Lookin' forward ta watchin' her kick yer kiester, dork," Rose said.

"Actually, I'm finally learning to delegate," Amiko tells Rose softly, smiling. "A girl's got to admit when her days of kicking Misha's kiester are over. But that is all for later. How was the flight, anyway?"