[Miku's room is fairly well-decorated, save for the pink accents that are A: clearly her favorite color and B: all over the place, from throw pillows to the cute pink lampshades.]
And I am making food. Ah, well, I know American comfort foods are a little different, but...
[She is not good at them. And also she's heard they put cornflakes on everything, and that it was massively unhealthy. Miku motions to a plate of inarizushi... they have little faces.]
I can make this for now, and make something else, later. Is that okay?
[She takes a bite and oh god, this tastes pretty damn good. And is likely better for her than the usual greasy food she looks for at any chance she can get.]
I've never been to Japan before but I'm convinced that there's no such thing as bad japanese food.
Natto. [Miku wrinkles her nose.] My mother loved it, but I hate how sticky it is.
Next time, I'll figure out what a good substitute for octopus is. We can have takoyaki. It's fun to make with other people, and easy. [She crosses her heart.] I promise.
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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I was summoned by the offer of food and mindlessness.
[there's no real change on the outside. inside, however.]
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And I am making food. Ah, well, I know American comfort foods are a little different, but...
[She is not good at them. And also she's heard they put cornflakes on everything, and that it was massively unhealthy. Miku motions to a plate of inarizushi... they have little faces.]
I can make this for now, and make something else, later. Is that okay?
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Yeah, sure, that's fine. Seriously, this looks pretty great and.
[She picks one up and.]
Oh my god. Miku... they have little tiny faces.
Little tiny smiling faces!
[This is very important!]
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I hoped you would like them! They're cuter than serious face onigiri... and it's impossible to make a chicken-mayo onigiri here.
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I've never been to Japan before but I'm convinced that there's no such thing as bad japanese food.
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Next time, I'll figure out what a good substitute for octopus is. We can have takoyaki. It's fun to make with other people, and easy. [She crosses her heart.] I promise.
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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.]