[ Right. Her fucked up family situation. Fuuta looks at her for a moment, opening his mouth to say something, then changes his mind and shuts it again. Changes tack before speaking up. ]

Okay, but you did have a legal guardian, then. Feels kinda weird that they weren't cooking for you. Where d'you keep your chopsticks. [ Followed immediately by the sound of a drawer opening as Fuuta finds them, and picks out a pair. ] I'm gonna try one of the pickles.

[ It's phrased like a statement, but it's really more asking permission, since he hovers a bit instead of just going for it. He knows he should wait, but he's kind of hungry now, smelling the food cooking. ]