I'm not, [ Riz laughs into the crook of his arm. ] But it's passable.

[ He forces himself to straighten up again; as much as he'd like to continue on with the dramatics, it's probably not a great look on him. He fusses with his hair for a moment fastidiously sweeping it back into place. ]

I figured to only trust our own cooking pretty early on. Lucky for us, I already had experience from making sure there was something when my Mom came home from work. But I really miss being able to just get take-out whenever I wanna. I'd say maybe we should potluck it up, but there was a cannibal here, apparently? So maybe not.