[ Unfortunately, Megumi couldn't think too much about where the ingredients came from as much as he has to face the awful truth before him. Blue eyes look down to glare at the offending item.
Itadori's cooking.
Quite frankly, Megumi doesn't trust Itadori's cooking skills. It looks harmless however, he furrows his brows, it's still cooked by the boy who ate an ancient cursed finger. It's not very reassuring. He's well aware that his stomach has certain limitations.
But there isn't any other food around, and Megumi's own cooking is probably below passable. He grabs a spoon and takes the first bite, plunging headfirst into unknown territory. ]
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Itadori's cooking.
Quite frankly, Megumi doesn't trust Itadori's cooking skills. It looks harmless however, he furrows his brows, it's still cooked by the boy who ate an ancient cursed finger. It's not very reassuring. He's well aware that his stomach has certain limitations.
But there isn't any other food around, and Megumi's own cooking is probably below passable. He grabs a spoon and takes the first bite, plunging headfirst into unknown territory. ]