With the sound of oil sizzling in the background, your roommate, Hachirouta, was cooking for tonight. He didn't really mind it much as long as you didn't start complaining about it, as his tentacles reached for ingredients and spices around the kitchen.

"Food's almost ready. Just wait about 30 minutes, please." He spoke silently, while you waited patiently.

"Do you need anything specific on your food, or is it fine the way it is?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in curiosity.