Asch came back with white rice with curry on top of it. Apparently there was enough food to make this dish. “It’s not much, but it’s something.” Asch shrugging lightly, passing Ginji his food before sitting down and taking a bite from his own plate.
Ginji laughed a bit at the words when Asch returned, “It looks wonderful, Asch, thanks.” He really was pleased with this; besides, it was nice to be with the man and not be arguing with him over something. That in mind, the pilot finally set into his own plate of food. Ah-
“This is great! When you said you can cook I didn’t think you meant like this,” he praised easily as usual. “I can’t cook to save my life; I’m jealous.”