[In spite of the commotion, he's genuinely happy to see Mafuyu eat the stir fry so eagerly. But just as he's about to turn around to refill her glass of water, she suddenly falls quiet, and leaves Kouhei immediately concerned.]
Mafuyu? Are you okay?
[She seems just fine when she looks back up at him, but that doesn't stop him from faltering a bit and taking a seat next to her in concern. The potatoes can wait.]
Huh? [That isn't what he was expecting.] Well.... Yeah, my Mom used to say it when I helped her in the kitchen. In Japanese, it's ryouri wa aijou. Why?
[ And she goes back to eating normally too, mulling over the phrase— ryouri... ryou... Hmm. She does not actually know Japanese very well despite her parents speaking it at home. ]
Just something I remember someone saying to me. I was choking down food that was all burnt and disgusting! I could've died! I was being so stupid!
It's delicious! Of course it's delicious! I never get to eat home cooked meals, so I would die happy if I could eat this every day!
[ She probably would have died happy five minutes ago when she was busy scalding her mouth; the dying might have been the similarity that triggered the memory, she thinks? Because it definitely wasn't the person. ]
Anyways, there was no love in that memory! The cook was my neighbor I grew up with— he was like a spartan general, always ordering me around!
[Oh no, how sweet.... He can't help but grin even more brightly than usual to that, though the mention of Mafuyu never having someone cook for her is a little sad.]
I'm glad! Then how about I cook for you more often? I usually make something for a friend once a week, so I can start making a little extra and bring you leftovers.
[A guy ordering her around, huh? It could always be that he liked her.... but he isn't about to say that.]
He wouldn't have cooked it to make you choke, right? Was he really that bad of a guy?
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Mafuyu? Are you okay?
[She seems just fine when she looks back up at him, but that doesn't stop him from faltering a bit and taking a seat next to her in concern. The potatoes can wait.]
Huh? [That isn't what he was expecting.] Well.... Yeah, my Mom used to say it when I helped her in the kitchen. In Japanese, it's ryouri wa aijou. Why?
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[ And she goes back to eating normally too, mulling over the phrase— ryouri... ryou... Hmm. She does not actually know Japanese very well despite her parents speaking it at home. ]
Just something I remember someone saying to me. I was choking down food that was all burnt and disgusting! I could've died! I was being so stupid!
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Isn't choking down food someone made for you an act of love in itself?
[He can't imagine that she was close to dying, but it still gets another smile out of him.]
You didn't remember that because this food tastes bad, right? If it does, you can tell me.
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[ She probably would have died happy five minutes ago when she was busy scalding her mouth; the dying might have been the similarity that triggered the memory, she thinks? Because it definitely wasn't the person. ]
Anyways, there was no love in that memory! The cook was my neighbor I grew up with— he was like a spartan general, always ordering me around!
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I'm glad! Then how about I cook for you more often? I usually make something for a friend once a week, so I can start making a little extra and bring you leftovers.
[A guy ordering her around, huh? It could always be that he liked her.... but he isn't about to say that.]
He wouldn't have cooked it to make you choke, right? Was he really that bad of a guy?