[He multitasks between watching Karamatsu chow the fuck down and cooking his own chicken, tossing some mild seasonings into the pan for flavor, and pops open a small rice cooker when he's done to plop a small round of rice into the bottom of a bowl that the chicken is placed on top of. A moment later, he's leaning on the counter with a pair of chopsticks feeding himself, a faint smile to his eyes as he nods to the tiger.]
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I'm glad.