[ Unaware of how his thoughts have wandered, Sumina can only serve as his chin rest, but at least she's grown accustomed to it by now. Chin rest, arm rest, she can do it all... ]

Ah... Why don't we prepare it in the Japanese style, for a change?

[ Surely they'd had some during their casual foodie adventures at Hotel Caelum, and her beautiful innkeeper brain and her supertaster tongue remembers exactly what goes into it, so she starts gathering some of the other requisite ingredients! ]

I'm going to put you to work, you know. This way, you can't possibly continue to post such embarrassing messages...