[ Hunk just watches as Okuyasu struggles with the pun, with the nostalgia, with... missing his home. He feels for the guy, and so he barely, barely restrains the urge to ask more questions about that healing food. Instead... ]

You never know, there's probably a master chef White Mage somewhere out here. Might be similar. [ He sighs, smiling. ] Or not, and you get to brag about what your friend could do. [ Hunk himself was a bit inspired by this guy's cooking, even if it made no biological sense. Stands are weird. Magic is weird. Why is everything from other worlds so weird? ]