[Zhao's domain seems to definitely be the kitchen, and Toge is more than willing to let the older man take over. He hasn't made anything that was inedible and hasn't burned the tree down yet, so he's fine with Zhao claiming that particular area of their living space.]
Bonito flakes.
[He says it with a shake of his head. The rice smells good, but Toge's not really feeling up to putting too much effort into eating. But he does take a seat at the table, placing his journal carefully on the table as he does. He doesn't offer much more for now, just kind of focusing shaking that funky feeling from his head.]
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Bonito flakes.
[He says it with a shake of his head. The rice smells good, but Toge's not really feeling up to putting too much effort into eating. But he does take a seat at the table, placing his journal carefully on the table as he does. He doesn't offer much more for now, just kind of focusing shaking that funky feeling from his head.]