Osamu can't hold back the grin, practically a smirk, that tugs at his mouth. "Well okay then," he says, stepping over to the open cabinet and reviewing his options. He pulls a few of the little jars out decisively, and takes them back to the stove. Then he begins meting out a little of this and some of that, trying to balance the flavors of the dish. Citrus brightness, chili heat, and a hint of sweetness.

"Do you want to taste it for me?"