( Briefly he considers just turning on his heel. Either to abandon this endeavour entirely or to pick up his own chopsticks. But then he remembers the ones he's hiding away have cats on them and he's not sure he's willing to show that side of himself to this man.

So he shrugs, slides into a chair opposite. )

That's fine. I can eat with my hands.

( He thinks about offering a warning over it potentially being poisoned, but no. Itadori has been kind lately, Choso probably wouldn't upset him like that. )

Did you use the cafeteria kitchen to cook? Are outsiders allowed to do that?

( Because it's been cup noodles for months. He might be deficient. )