"Using a fork is a bit inconvenient. They should have included chopsticks in the supply crates too."

The ramen in the mess tin was bubbling away.

A mouthwatering aroma wafted up, teasing their appetites.

"…"

Ichinose unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Ramen wasn’t something she particularly liked.

But maybe because of the sticker stuck to the back of her neck, the scent felt irresistibly tempting.

"Okay! The noodles are just the right texture now."

Rohan scooped out a generous portion of noodles onto the mess tin lid using the fork from the supply crate.

He poured in a bit of broth and handed it to Ichinose.

"Guest? Your ramen is ready."

"Thanks for the meal."

Ichinose silently smiled as she took the mess tin lid from Rohan.

Even in battle, he had never shown this level of pride.

It was almost like a craftsman’s dedication.

"Ichinose, should I make you some chopsticks? Isn’t it annoying to eat with a fork?"

"It’s fine. There’s a place in front of Orion Academy that serves Ttukbaegi Pasta, and they give out forks even though it's full of broth."

"Hmm."@@novelbin@@

Was he planning to carve chopsticks from branches?

Rohan had been fiddling with his dagger, looking around, but after hearing her response, he sat back down.

"But if I take the lid, what will you use as a bowl?"

"Hold on."

Rohan took the empty ramen wrapper, folded it over itself, and reinforced it.

A shiny, makeshift mini bowl was complete.

The same technique he had used as a kid when eating cup ramen.

"Ta-da."

"I… I’ve never seen that before."

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