[Well, someone's having an off day. Shinjiro supposes they all are, waking up in this place and being put to work with just about no explanation for any of it— he's leaned into accepting it for the punishment it seems to be, if that scroll is any indication, but he can... understand? Why the others might not?
Maybe? God help him if he has to say anything understanding or whatever else out loud, yeesh, so really - it's best for everyone if he just stares at the fish and the spoon. He can field an attitude, and who knows, maybe making a meal will calm the guy down even a little.
So he just kind of grunts an acknowledgement (don't apologize, who apologizes over fish--) and watches, in case something goes off again.]
Pulling the bones out? Yeah. Making it taste good is where the real challenge is.
[A beat. He glances at the fish ooze.]
It always looks like a lost cause on step one. [Ah, but that's his limit for friendly encouragement. ("Encouragement.") He turns his head to cough lightly before pivoting tooooo:] You said you remember? Someone taught you to cook, huh?
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Maybe? God help him if he has to say anything understanding or whatever else out loud, yeesh, so really - it's best for everyone if he just stares at the fish and the spoon. He can field an attitude, and who knows, maybe making a meal will calm the guy down even a little.
So he just kind of grunts an acknowledgement (don't apologize, who apologizes over fish--) and watches, in case something goes off again.]
Pulling the bones out? Yeah. Making it taste good is where the real challenge is.
[A beat. He glances at the fish ooze.]
It always looks like a lost cause on step one. [Ah, but that's his limit for friendly encouragement. ("Encouragement.") He turns his head to cough lightly before pivoting tooooo:] You said you remember? Someone taught you to cook, huh?