[ to be fair, maybe kaiser should act like he owns this place and be a good host by getting plates and silverware faster than his guest... but kaiser almost acts like he doesn't actually own the place — there aren't many personal touches to his place either. about the only thing that could be said about his tastes is that his choice of furniture and decor seems to veer surprisingly towards being comfy and convenient over a strong sense of aesthetic cohesion. ]

Yeah, good call... I don't eat spicy food that often. I probably could, but better not to risk it. [ even if it gave him the most violent stomachache later... physically, yes, kaiser would be able to make himself eat all of it. besides, you know what they say about white boys and their spice tolerance... ] It smells good...

[ that is an awful lot of sensory stimulation for a boy used to blander fare. kaiser's interest seems to have been piqued: as expected for a self-professed food-oriented person. he just likes having nice things to eat, but new and interesting nice things are even better. ]

How spicy is yours? Oh — hang on, do you want a drink? All I have is water, but I have those powdered flavor packs if you like those.

[ he suddenly rembered this is his place and maybe he should act like it. ]