[He hums softly, looking a bit chastised by the mention of getting tired of konbini and frozen food and drumming his fingers on his knees.] So much for me being a foodie, then, I suppose.
[He reaches up, swatting at the air.] Give me one. [Of his hands, he means, but-- an onion is fine, too.]
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[He reaches up, swatting at the air.] Give me one. [Of his hands, he means, but-- an onion is fine, too.]