[ Maybe back when he was scouring the floors of Tartarus on a near nightly basis he could have an excuse, but not here. Being a Hero means that there are a few weeks of downtime between missions, and he's fairly good at being lazy. Either his metabolism never slowed down or his stomach is a literal black hole. Only time will tell.
He nods to the question, letting Keaton make the grand entrance. He just follows along quietly, looking for a place to take a seat so he can watch this guy work. He...probably would help if asked, but he's assuming he won't need to.
--oh, meat? Okay, well, he can do that much. Minato turns towards one of the large coolers. ]
Made of iron.
[ If he survived Fuuka's cooking, he can survive this.
He produces some sort of poultry, not quite a chicken, but not far off. ]
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He nods to the question, letting Keaton make the grand entrance. He just follows along quietly, looking for a place to take a seat so he can watch this guy work. He...probably would help if asked, but he's assuming he won't need to.
--oh, meat? Okay, well, he can do that much. Minato turns towards one of the large coolers. ]
Made of iron.
[ If he survived Fuuka's cooking, he can survive this.
He produces some sort of poultry, not quite a chicken, but not far off. ]
What about this?