[ A mountain... Keitaro feels like he could eat that much, too. He may not be used to serving himself at a buffet like this, but with that picture in mind he takes the plate. His gaze follows to everything Yuri points out and he's left with a mind to try a bite of just about anything.
Some of the fruit looks almost like dried persimmons, and those meat-filled buns might be like nikuman...! In the end he takes one of those, and this, and that. Needless to say, it should even be enough to satisfy a growing youth's appetite. ]
Before? So this happens more often? I thought, if there was a war, this would be quite the rare occasion...
[ Admittedly Keitaro still ate much better at his station, at the armory, than at home. Still the rationing limited much in the way of seasoning food and its variety.
Well, in the end, he needs to get to tasting what he just plated up. Keitaro can just about get himself to swallow a bite of the bun, refraining from speaking with his mouth full– ]
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Some of the fruit looks almost like dried persimmons, and those meat-filled buns might be like nikuman...! In the end he takes one of those, and this, and that. Needless to say, it should even be enough to satisfy a growing youth's appetite. ]
Before? So this happens more often? I thought, if there was a war, this would be quite the rare occasion...
[ Admittedly Keitaro still ate much better at his station, at the armory, than at home. Still the rationing limited much in the way of seasoning food and its variety.
Well, in the end, he needs to get to tasting what he just plated up. Keitaro can just about get himself to swallow a bite of the bun, refraining from speaking with his mouth full– ]
This is good!