That made her feel instantly better, even though seeing Ken so pale and worn sent a worried shiver up her back: her friend hadn't been alone. Not with these two to keep him cheerful company, now that Mamoru was busy with his job at the department.

Umi smiled past her concern, though she didn't bother to hide it. It was obvious she worried: Ken knew how much she cared, even if she had refrained from mentioning it earlier.

"Hey... Boy, you do look bad." This was an honesty she knew Ken would appreciate. "I couldn't really come too early! I'd have hurried up if I'd known. Look here, big guy." She held out the utterly girly plate. "Brought you cake."