Harold
*The elf stares as Yakaiyo annihilates her, eyes wide in surprise at the speed and fury in which she devoured her food. Snapping out of the shock as she speaks, his expression breaking into a burst of laughter.*

"No no, it's alright. I take it as a compliment, so if you want keep going."

*The elf then takes his own seat at the table for two. Glancing down at his bowl and picking up his set of chopsticks. It was a little awkward in his grasp, though whether that was due to his injury or inexperience wasn't known. He takes a large portion of noodles, slurping them up in one foul swoop before tasting his garnishes. Setting his utensils down as he lifts the bowl itself, drinking the deliciously hot broth.*
"Ah~ Nothing like a hot soup to warm the body..."

*He glances up from his meal to the Trenton, pausing for a moment.*
"Not much. Most of this I got from the market while you were in the bath... And I suppose it wasn't, but cooking up a good treat for a friend of mine is worth it."

*He smiled lightly, then reaching over to take a pot sticker of few. Glaring suspiciously at the bowl of rice after finishing, wondering how in the hell people ate rice with chopsticks.*
Tiara
"Well, if it's a compliment, I guess I'll continue."

*Yakaiyo continues on to the chicken along with the beef, and picks up a bowl of rice along the way. Though, Horace can see a smile form upon him calling her a friend. His mental question would soon be answered, as Yakaiyo effortlessly chows down on the chicken and rice, the soft, succulent, tender meat being consumed at rates faster than a swarm of locusts could eradicate a field of wheat.*

*Mid way through eating, the treton stops and looks at Horace looking at the bowl of rice.*

"What's wrong?"
Harold
*An instinctive head tilt is delt as he observes Aka's ability. Still not exactly sure about how she did it, eventually chocking it up to witchcraft or simple skill.*

"I uh... Can't really eat the rice. Abit of an oversight on my end."

*The elf breaths a nervous chuckle, attempting to turn his attention away. Yet his sights had seemingly been set on the pork fried rice.*
"I'll get a spoon, hold on."

*He says with a sigh, standing from the table.*