Ten doesn't know if that's true in Seven's case, but he listens along anyway. It was one of the reasons he'd wanted to open a restaurant, the whole 'home cooked food' advantage. Every restaurant, really, was just a varying degree of home cooked wasn't it? He wasn't actually sure, where was that distinction? But that was a thought for another day, potentially when he'd opened a restaurant.

"They have been eating in the water so far." he answers, recalling watching earlier. So long as they were eating, that was good. They'd probably be hungry when they got out, though. He thinks on that for a moment as he finishes the last nottato and then he walks back over to the counter to start collecting the lumpy purple ginger in his hands.

And by 'in his hands', it's actually just sort of half-absorbed into the material of his arms and jutting out in every direction. Nearly a dozen of them just sticking out. Lucky that Luka can't see that. Gyre is not so similarly lucky.