"Ulterior motives, hmm?" Except not nearly so secret or unexpected. Still, Lee felt it deserved a little teasing.

At the ready, they begun. And then it was a flurry of movement in the kitchen, broken by the sounds of perhaps unnecessary grunts and cries of triumph. The trick of the competition was to be fast but also accurate; again, no one wanted a mush of banana or cucumber so thin it lost its texture.

With a last chop of his blade, Lee held back from stabbing the knife down into the chopping board with triumph. Then he turned to see Tenten's progress, wondering if he had won after being caught up in the flurry of the competition.