[The flush of color in Paul's cheeks offers a partial explanation for why he brushes by Ochako's apparent visceral distress at his rice-misadventures. Another part of the explanation lies in the brightness of his mood beyond that. It inclines him to a certain magnanimity.
The rest lies in his very sincerely attempted attempt at making use of the Japanese his good green-haired friend has been tutoring him in.]
Where I am from, we have rice. We make it.
[Then he switches back, relying on the ambient translation to make sense of his native Galach (although it always misses key tonal stresses, he's noticed).]
I didn't use to cook much of it myself, but I do know how it's supposed to be. I'm not a barbarian.
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[The flush of color in Paul's cheeks offers a partial explanation for why he brushes by Ochako's apparent visceral distress at his rice-misadventures. Another part of the explanation lies in the brightness of his mood beyond that. It inclines him to a certain magnanimity.
The rest lies in his very sincerely attempted attempt at making use of the Japanese his good green-haired friend has been tutoring him in.]
Where I am from, we have rice. We make it.
[Then he switches back, relying on the ambient translation to make sense of his native Galach (although it always misses key tonal stresses, he's noticed).]
I didn't use to cook much of it myself, but I do know how it's supposed to be. I'm not a barbarian.