[ He has no fucking clue how to react to that. Fuuta hesitates for a moment with another piece of pork halfway up to his mouth, starting to lower it as he opens his mouth to say something, hesitating again, then shoving it in his mouth. Chewing with a few frown a few moments before mumbling, ]

Dunno what that's got to do with being a younger sibling.

[ Followed by a big chopstick-ful of rice shoveled in his mouth. ]

And what kind of skills are you gonna say are so easy to add? Nothing in life's that easy, you know.