"Thank you! It's been a long, calm week for me. Just tending to the dojo!"

"It's delightful!"

Aoi lets a big, toothy grin slip out, briefly losing her composure with a giggle. This omurice is just too tasty to act all proper about.

"The best omurice I've ever eaten! Thank you so much for this treat." 🌸

Aoi goes back to her food, now trying to wipe the plate clean of it!

Aoi takes a long, quiet sniff of the air around her, enjoying the scent of the omurice presented to her. It's not long before she bites into a piece of the delicacy, picked up by chopsticks of bamboo.

"Mm...!" After spending a while savoring this food, she answers, "did you truly make it yourself?"

"Ah! Thank you many!"

Aoi answers with a grateful forward bow, then extends her open palms to take the plate.

— "Oh!!"

Aoi jumps in place, overwhelmed by the sheer bombast in Makoto's voice.

— "I was only bearing witness. Could you tell me what you're practicing?"

Aoi admires the rhythm of Makoto's strikes. She takes a close listen to the sound of large feet crashing against wood — worried for the girl's safety, but in awe of her perseverance.

💭 [ What art could this be...? This is new. ]

How ghastly! Experience isn't something to be chewed up and spat out.