Osamu watches like a hawk for any twitch of Kita's face, any change in his expression, that might betray what he thinks of the taste. But Kita's face is simply thoughtful, not giving him much to go off of. At least it probably isn't a bad taste, Osamu thinks. Though maybe Kita's poker face is just that good.

The verdict seems positive, in the end. Different, but said positively. Osamu nods and add a little more chili powder, then borrows another clean spoon for a taste of his own.

"Good," he decides. "Any spicier and you won't be able to taste the rest of the flavors. And I'll do the dishes later, by the way."