"It'd be no trouble!" Kise chirped. "Let me check..." He pulled out his phone. "How's the first weekend of next month sound? You can come to my place and talk to my dad while mom and I make lunch. Or, well, we order something. Dad's the main cook."

He put his phone on the table and looked at Kuroko, blushing. "Well, it's nothing too bad. He was a go-go boy. It's how he met mom, actually." He coughed. "Ryouta was his stage name."