Mm... three? I think I broke the scale with my special curry back home so the taste buds are kinda too refined for what the mess hall is capable of. Sucks.

[ Praise be to the little sprouts growing in Haru's garden. Grow, tiny seeds, grow into big, magnificent foods for them to eat so that their lives are no longer as full of suffering on the culinary front and Ren will give them all the moist and super plant foods they desire.

It's hard not to see Ryuji's big, stupid smile and not think of a puppy bounding toward him waiting for Ren to give him a nice that'll do, pig or something. No one else crashes into Ren with that energy, no one else bounces off him with this innate knowing of the level they're operating on, automatically matching. Ryuji calms down, Ren perks up, it's all good in the neighborhood.

He's shaking his head at Akira, sure that Ryuji would blurt it out anyway so this allows him a modicum of demureness. Ren's in no hurry, he got someone to watch his food while he went in search of his wayward Chariot. ]

Eheh, I'm no one important. Ryuji's prone to excitability, I'm sure you've noticed.