[She's short! He can't help it!! So yes, hair ruffling is definitely a thing now, he's 2 for 2 and counting. But he raises his hands in defeat as she shoos him away, turning his attention to the other pot that definitely doesn't have a lobster he killed in it.]
You haven't seen Josuke. [Shame that he doesn't have more pictures... With one hand he lifts the pot lid to look inside abd with the other sort of gestures above his hair.] He's got hair up to here, right, and there's no way he's gonna do it up differently just for the costume.
[It would look... even dumber. He looks at the potato, now. Hm.]
[One of her teachers styles his hair like a cockatiel, so like? When she glances up to see how high he's holding his hand, she just gives him a little shrug before honing back in on her potato. Weird hair is a Thing in every world, apparently.]
It could work! He'd stand out, and that's always important.
[There's a silver lining to every cloud. He should be used to this by now. But her potato looks sufficiently cool, and so, after one last moment of hesitation—because eating out of the pot is rude—she plucks the piece off the spoon and pops it into her mouth. And chews. And considers. And—]
's good! [Yeah, she's using her free hand to grab his arm and give him an excited shake. Get pumped about potatoes!!!] Okuyasu! It tastes normal!
[As expected, but this is the first non-sweet thing she's eaten that doesn't taste like dirt? Let her live.]
[Josuke is so sensitive about his hair... that's the real handicap. Okuyasu shrugs right back, agreeing that he'd stand out (ha ha stand), but - he's just very extra. Okuyasu would do anything for him except pay, but he's so goddamn extra.
That said - potatoes!! He's very attentively watching her taste test, as this is the moment of truth for the weird purple spuds... and her excitable shaking just adds to the real, honest to god thrill of normal potatoes. This feeling of potato-based joy will not last, because there are like 200 of them, but for now--]
Hell yeah! Get me one! [They could just drain the pot, but the sampling is a critical part of junior cooking time.] I gotta eat something real...
[Draining the water would take too much time. Ochako understands this, and so she promptly lets go of him in order to fish another piece of potato out of the pot. She's even considerate enough to fan it a bit in an (unsuccessful) attempt to cool it down.]
Okay, okay! [Of course she holds the spoon over his way, her other hand hovering underneath it just in case. Grab the tater. Share in this moment of triumph.] But don't burn yourself—it's hot!
[It's so sad that the cause of her pure, unbridled joy is a potato, but... it is what it is.]
[They are of one mind when it comes to food and food alone—very fortunate. He pokes at the potato piece, wincing when it is, in fact, very hot - a foolproof investigation by Okuyasu.]
Wish they weren't purple... [Still, food is food. He's going for it, picking up the piece and popping it in his mouth before he has time to burn his fingers on it. Mouth: a worthy sacrifice for a little burn.
Hmm, hmm...] It is normal! Think of all the purple fries we can make!
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You haven't seen Josuke. [Shame that he doesn't have more pictures... With one hand he lifts the pot lid to look inside abd with the other sort of gestures above his hair.] He's got hair up to here, right, and there's no way he's gonna do it up differently just for the costume.
[It would look... even dumber. He looks at the potato, now. Hm.]
Dunno? Just try it. [food is meant to be eaten?!]
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It could work! He'd stand out, and that's always important.
[There's a silver lining to every cloud. He should be used to this by now. But her potato looks sufficiently cool, and so, after one last moment of hesitation—because eating out of the pot is rude—she plucks the piece off the spoon and pops it into her mouth. And chews. And considers. And—]
's good! [Yeah, she's using her free hand to grab his arm and give him an excited shake. Get pumped about potatoes!!!] Okuyasu! It tastes normal!
[As expected, but this is the first non-sweet thing she's eaten that doesn't taste like dirt? Let her live.]
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That said - potatoes!! He's very attentively watching her taste test, as this is the moment of truth for the weird purple spuds... and her excitable shaking just adds to the real, honest to god thrill of normal potatoes. This feeling of potato-based joy will not last, because there are like 200 of them, but for now--]
Hell yeah! Get me one! [They could just drain the pot, but the sampling is a critical part of junior cooking time.] I gotta eat something real...
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Okay, okay! [Of course she holds the spoon over his way, her other hand hovering underneath it just in case. Grab the tater. Share in this moment of triumph.] But don't burn yourself—it's hot!
[It's so sad that the cause of her pure, unbridled joy is a potato, but... it is what it is.]
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Wish they weren't purple... [Still, food is food. He's going for it, picking up the piece and popping it in his mouth before he has time to burn his fingers on it. Mouth: a worthy sacrifice for a little burn.
Hmm, hmm...] It is normal! Think of all the purple fries we can make!