Majima scoots in closer on the bed and loops an arm around her shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze and a teasing tap on the nose. "Well, you ain't in jail, alright? Time you upped your culinary standards, cupcake."

And then things explode downstairs. Majima steps to the edge of the loft to survey the damage. Oh wow. He gives Harley a small wave as he descends the stairs. "You sit tight. Gonna just, uh, give Amelia-chan a hand."

Down in the kitchen, he picks up a towel and helps with damage control. He leans in close to whisper conspiratorially, "Look, we already know we ain't cut out for this kitchen shit. Let's say we cut our losses here and order somethin', eh?"

He pulls out his PINpoint and hits a button. "Oi, Pippa? Yanno that one place that sends the food? ChowNow? Have 'em send a couple smoothies our way. Somethin' sweet."

"Alright! I've placed your order. Estimated delivery time to your location is ten minutes," the voice assistant chirps back.

Majima gives his device a reverent look before returning it to his pocket. He sighs. "Goddamn, I love the future."