"They're soup-noodle dishes," he replies, leaning away from the shelf so he didn't spit on anything open to the air. "I found out recently they're actually native to a lot of different planets besides the ones I know, too! So it might be as common as baseball or sandwiches, eheh...

"Aa, I, well, see," for some reason, Manabu seems to take on a sheepish note again, shrugging his shoulders up. "My mom owns a noodle shop, so I grew up with those dishes and others like it. Used to help deliver them to the miners on their lunch breaks, too.

"I'm not anywhere near as good a cook as her, but...but I know enough to improvise." He juts his thumb at the shelf. "And some of this stuff will go a long way with that."