Alair took one look at the dish that sat before Kenshin, though most of what was in the dish looked good enough to eat, seeing it combined altogether did not appeal to the woman all that much.
She gave a somewhat incredulous look at the dish, slowly shaking her head no.
"No thank you, I'm sure it taste good though," her face lighting up just after a moment, hoping that Kenshin would enjoy the meal.
While Kenshin had been away preparing his own meal, Alair ordered her own meal. Inspecting her own meal, which looked far more unappealing than Kenshin's meal, the brunette contemptuously jabbed at her eggs with her utensil. However, she soon found out, after a little coaxing of her own, that looks didn't always make the meal appealing. She took a minuscule bite of her eggs, finding that they tasted better than they looked.
Giving a satisfactory nod toward the other, she began to speak again.
"How is your meal?"
