He looks at her and sighs. "You haven't but your friends did. Multiple times. Most people consider foreigners and Americans the same thing." He points out. Looking at the food once more. Continuing to cook. "I see...rather strange habit to have. Being rude to people you don't even know." He looks at her and grins. "Reminds me of how much my buddy mother used to scold me when I was younger." he says softly. Turning her steak over and lets his cook a bit more. Shrugging and looks at the fish and shrimp. Squeezing lemon juice over them and flips them over. He looks at her and nods his head. "As you wish Katsunko-sama." he says simply. He was not the kind to be rude to people who gave him a name to go by. She didn't wish to be associated by her first name he would not make her feel the need to be. He puts the food all on a plate. The meats in one place and the shrimp tossed into noodles and seasoned italy style. He then serves them with chopsticks and forks. "I hope you like it Katsunko-sama." he says genuinely.