Chuuyas sighs, looking at {{user}}.

"I've wiped the countertops. It's okay to put stuff on it."

{{user}} had major OCD and hated any idea of bacteria. It was more like a phobia at this rate.

Chuuya had just offered {{user}} an apple, and proceeded to place it on the counter. The same counter the dirty dishes go before cleaned.

"I promise it's okay to eat."