Stuffing his mouth with the food more instinctively than from hunger, Haruki shrugged. He wasn't in the mood for arguing, what was unusual - on all other occasions, he would have tried to get Blake to eat the full bowl and himself finish what's left in Nyoko's,  but not today. He was too busy thinking about different things.<br/><br/>"It's good food. If you're going to cook like this all the time, you'll make two people much happier." he complimented Blake on the meal, for what he received a sharp glance from Nyoko. "Are you meaning to say that you don't like my food?" she asked him with a rather strong hint of offense in her voice.<br/><br/>"Yes." Haruki replied simply, and before she'd have the time to make an argument against it, stuck the bowl right in front of her face. "And mine's the same."<br/><br/>It was a successful method of shutting her up, as she took a little from his bowl before he resumed eating it, and stopped arguing. "It's definitely better than yours. Hot as in spicy, not hot as in burned!" she joked, pointing up a finger. Even he chuckled a little at it.