Guy just regarded Braxiatel for a moment than sighed, leaning on his fork. "I don't really get it myself. And I can't say I understand what you're talking about. But I--" He felt it welling up, that kind of alter-ego urge to spread the love of all recipes, to teach and inspire cooking!

"The only necessary ingredient is rice!" He produced a bag of it, quite possibly magically, he wasn't sure how, and offered it to Braxiatel. But at least he could carry on a conversation again now.

"Er. Sorry about that. Would you mind letting me teach you though? It'll be painless I promise."