[So spicy food absolutely bothers him, huh. Shinjiro raises an eyebrow at his bowl of eggs as he cracks the last one into it, putting the shells aside with the remnants of fish fins and bones. That's exactly the kind of answer of someone who thinks it would be uncool to not be into spicy food, which Shinjiro is not unfamiliar with, so he's quite adept at just humming and letting it go. Okay, tough guy.]
I'll make two mixtures. We've definitely got enough flour.
[But first: whisking the eggs, which he picks up the bowl to begin, watching his own progress for a long beat before he looks at Akechi again. This accusation of food-based dishonesty strikes him as... a little odd, mostly. And it feels like an accusation, and not just a little humorous dig, because Akechi is so potently fussy and such an honor student.
He almost wants to tell him to just chill out and cut some more fish, but okay... Let him defend his cooking honor. Somehow.]
Big talk from the guy who can't remember seeing any. [zing— he shrugs one shoulder, still whisking away at the eggs.] Believe what you want. I grew up in an orphanage... Nobody had time for me back then.
[Which is objectively bleak, like it sounds, but he says it merely factually: the explanation for why someone so young would simply sit in front of a TV and absorb cooking knowledge.
....And, like, it's just eggs. He spares Akechi the "it's just eggs, big deal" of this moment. The Cooking Fun has tempered his judgy remarks, for now.]
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I'll make two mixtures. We've definitely got enough flour.
[But first: whisking the eggs, which he picks up the bowl to begin, watching his own progress for a long beat before he looks at Akechi again. This accusation of food-based dishonesty strikes him as... a little odd, mostly. And it feels like an accusation, and not just a little humorous dig, because Akechi is so potently fussy and such an honor student.
He almost wants to tell him to just chill out and cut some more fish, but okay... Let him defend his cooking honor. Somehow.]
Big talk from the guy who can't remember seeing any. [zing— he shrugs one shoulder, still whisking away at the eggs.] Believe what you want. I grew up in an orphanage... Nobody had time for me back then.
[Which is objectively bleak, like it sounds, but he says it merely factually: the explanation for why someone so young would simply sit in front of a TV and absorb cooking knowledge.
....And, like, it's just eggs. He spares Akechi the "it's just eggs, big deal" of this moment. The Cooking Fun has tempered his judgy remarks, for now.]
....I took a lot of notes.