[Koizumi's eyes widen as bit as he looks back at the recipe he had pulled up on his phone, before glancing at her, amused but a little sheepishly.] Ahhh... which one is a teaspoon and which is a tablespoon again?
[Then he nods when she agrees to takeout, and makes his way into the other room to make the call. Chinese sounded good right about now - close to home, but different enough that the Americanized version didn't taste too weird to him.]
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[Then he nods when she agrees to takeout, and makes his way into the other room to make the call. Chinese sounded good right about now - close to home, but different enough that the Americanized version didn't taste too weird to him.]