[As Kyousuke talks, Yuuichi takes a bite, chewing on it savoringly and thoroughly -- thirty times, as he once read Endou Mamoru saying in an interview -- while he listens. His eyes narrow with a smile as Kyousuke shovels more food into his mouth at the end of a slightly awkward sentence, knowing that, just like with water, it was his way of keeping himself from growing too flustered.]

I see. You've always been resourceful. I bet that would make it a lot easier.

The next time I'm home, I think I want to eat that first. Is that okay?