[Ochako is...disturbed. Extremely disturbed, and it shows visibly on her face the way her nose wrinkles and lips turn in an almost affronted looking scowl. My god, whoever introduced this man to rice must be weeping. Or keeling over dead.]
If... [Ochako clears her throat a little bit, trying not to look like she's about to be ABSOLUTELY condescending. Trying. She's really fucking trying, okay?? Give her some credit.] I-If you need lessons on how to cook rice... I-I, um. I'm really good at making it. It's, um...it's a pretty common food where I'm from.
1.
If... [Ochako clears her throat a little bit, trying not to look like she's about to be ABSOLUTELY condescending. Trying. She's really fucking trying, okay?? Give her some credit.] I-If you need lessons on how to cook rice... I-I, um. I'm really good at making it. It's, um...it's a pretty common food where I'm from.
Back home.
In Japan.
[Sips drink loudly.]