The natto or the takoyaki? Because the natto smells like... like... an unkempt teenage boy's room. Sort of... sweaty and cheesy? [She grimaces; you're killing her with memory, Gwen] And sticky! It is so sticky, and part of that is because you have to abuse it with stirring until the strands form.
It makes me shiver just thinking about it, and my mother had it for breakfast every day.
Takoyaki on the other hand is savory and good, with the little chunks of octopus and lots of scallions and pickled ginger... Ah... I want some. It's sort of in a pancake-style batter.
I'm glad you like them! And if I can find all the ingredients, I'll tell you. And maybe Kubo and Ken, too. They seem like they could use a taste of the familiar. And Pidge.
[Miku takes one of the inarizushi for herself.] So, what would you like to do? Besides eat, because I still have some left in the refrigerator if you would like more after this.
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It makes me shiver just thinking about it, and my mother had it for breakfast every day.
Takoyaki on the other hand is savory and good, with the little chunks of octopus and lots of scallions and pickled ginger... Ah... I want some. It's sort of in a pancake-style batter.
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[Granted, her diet consists of mostly unhealthy junk food. Wherever she can find it, at least.
Curse this advanced future!
Anyways, she helps herself to another one.]
God, this is so good.
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[Miku takes one of the inarizushi for herself.] So, what would you like to do? Besides eat, because I still have some left in the refrigerator if you would like more after this.
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[And there she goes, popping another one in her mouth.]
If you got any more of these, I'd be more than happy to make them disappear for you. It's of one of my favorite things to do, you know.
[Next to sleeping.]