[Someday, Mista will figure out that Ryuji is probably the best person to watch a cooking show with, and he'll doubly curse the fact that there is no way to watch cooking shows here on this bitch of a Faerun. They'll probably still find a way to be annoying about it, though.]
[For now, he blinks a little. Unfamiliar though he is with the notorious brand of home-bake pizzas, he feels somewhat memed upon. It would be more offensive if it weren't so obvious that Ryuji really did just try, bless him.]
Yep, you got it.
[Good enough.]
[There's a good deal more philosophy in Ryuji's explanation than he expected, which maybe is silly. Maybe he should've expected it. At the same time, he kind of digs the sound of it. Getting your brain to switch off . . . it sounds good.]
Like eating.
[He just says that with his mouth words, without thinking.]
Just eating something really good on a sunny day. I get you. I think I get you, anyway.
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[For now, he blinks a little. Unfamiliar though he is with the notorious brand of home-bake pizzas, he feels somewhat memed upon. It would be more offensive if it weren't so obvious that Ryuji really did just try, bless him.]
Yep, you got it.
[Good enough.]
[There's a good deal more philosophy in Ryuji's explanation than he expected, which maybe is silly. Maybe he should've expected it. At the same time, he kind of digs the sound of it. Getting your brain to switch off . . . it sounds good.]
Like eating.
[He just says that with his mouth words, without thinking.]
Just eating something really good on a sunny day. I get you. I think I get you, anyway.