Motochika takes the food. Aiichiro's enthusiasm is reassuringly normal; with the ominous happenings going on, he had started to fear for the boy's wellbeing.

"My thanks. Rin is fortunate to have such a devoted friend."

He pauses to dip the tip of the bread into the stew, and takes a bite, before humming in appreciation.

"The first taste is promising," he offers, one corner of his mouth curling upwards.