Osamu heeds Kita's advice, though he doesn't quite realize he's being admonished, and chews through the delicious, tangy chicken, swallowing it down with gusto. "It's incredible, Kita-san. Even though there's the thick glaze, the skin on the chicken's still crispy and the inside's perfectly juicy. You've gotta try one, especially if you like spice."

He holds out the little paper tray with a small heap of fried chicken, and gestures for Kita to take one. He can just stab it with his skewer, or something.