Though Osamu's never been here, no one would know. Every move is confident. Fluid, at home the way he is on court. Maybe even more so. It's impossible to look away.

At the invitation, Kita nods. Dips in a spoon. Not the one used for stirring because germs. He lets the steam drift off. Sips. Considers.

"That does make a difference. It can be spicier, if you want."