Hm? Oh, probably not. It's a miracle there are even bowls and chopsticks. [ gojou glances around the kitchen with a hum, like this is some mysterious location they've been transported to and not his kitchen that he owns. ]

[ getou drifts over to look at the takoyaki and the corners of his mouth tug up - a good pick after all. he remembers getou liking it and feels a shimmer of pride at choosing well. ] I remember stealing one of yours and dropping it on your kimono at the summer festival in our first year. I think you made me buy you three more as punishment.

[ gojou laughs at that, and at getou's rumbling stomach. he only pauses at the question, a thoughtful look flashing over his expression. ] Ah. I've never actually eaten a meal here, so... why don't we sit in the living room and be comfortable. [ he's never liked formality, after growing up in the Gojo family, so he's more than happy to grab half the bowls and trays, balancing them precariously and taking them over to the low coffee table. ]