It isn't as thick. The size of the cut, that it's fried - there's a hint of iron to it.

[ he is very aware kaiser is watching him and would be even if his favorite german wasn't making it extremely obvious. noa won't bother trying to discern the interest behind those blue eyes because that reason would only make sense inside kaiser's warped imagination. if he were to ask, and if he were to receive an answer, then he thinks the only response he would have to it were "ah, alright then."

the first slice is purposefully thin, so that he may savor the meal over a longer period. animal brains, or rather the ones permissible by polite society to eat, are small. a calf's brain is about as big as a small cut of raw tuna though not necessarily as thick. a faint steam visibly airs out as he pulls back the knife and skewers the piece onto the fork. with no ceremony or fanfare for the act, he takes his bite and chews thoughtfully to take the taste in full. ]

Hm. It's good. [ a strong snapping crisp on the outer layer, meat with a firm squishy texture within the inner layer. noa sets his utensils to the side and gives the plate a small push forward. ] You can try a piece if you'd like.

[ no challenge or dare in his offering. whether kaiser takes it or leaves it is enough of an insight for noa's curiosity. ]