[ A lesson Tatsumi will soon learn: never ask America about his food intake, because the answer will always be that he didn't have enough. Fucking black hole stomach. ]
Everything! Well, no, not everything, but I've got a microwave and an electric oven and there's this really high-tech stove that I'm pretty sure is electric something and I've been stockpiling food and I've got some left over from Edgeworth's supply!
[ Rolling off Tatsumi's lap and tugging him in the direction of the kitchen.
It's really not all that special. It's just a glass-ceramic stovetop, but hey, it's the 60s, he's used to gas EVERYTHING. As for food... canned everything under the goddamn sun, boxes of "JUST ADD WATER" sort of things, and meat in the freezer.
I bet you anything he also has a ton of shit with Japanese labels that he has NO IDEA what they are. Coconut sugar, clam sauce, Arm & Hammer, and dish detergent are among the things you might find among his food supply. And whatever the hell other strange things the Japanese have idk. ]
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Everything! Well, no, not everything, but I've got a microwave and an electric oven and there's this really high-tech stove that I'm pretty sure is electric something and I've been stockpiling food and I've got some left over from Edgeworth's supply!
[ Rolling off Tatsumi's lap and tugging him in the direction of the kitchen.
It's really not all that special. It's just a glass-ceramic stovetop, but hey, it's the 60s, he's used to gas EVERYTHING. As for food... canned everything under the goddamn sun, boxes of "JUST ADD WATER" sort of things, and meat in the freezer.
I bet you anything he also has a ton of shit with Japanese labels that he has NO IDEA what they are. Coconut sugar, clam sauce, Arm & Hammer, and dish detergent are among the things you might find among his food supply. And whatever the hell other strange things the Japanese have idk. ]