"How does it taste?" Doumeki asked him.
"Like food." Watanuki said, not giving it any thought, as he chewed and swallowed. Doumeki eyed his bento and then asked him again, "How does it taste?"
"Yeesh, you're like a broken record. Look, just have some-" Then Watanuki remembered the error of his ways. "Oh that's right." And then the error of his ways made him smile sweetly. "Must suck if you can't even have one bite." Watanuki evilly broke a piece of the croquette he was eating, the flaky, evenly golden outer layer opening up to expose the soft, center within. He sunk his teeth into it and smiled. "Mmm-mmm. These are so good." Watanuki said, with added commentary for his cooking. Usually he just ate whatever he prepared and didn't have much to say on it either way, but the look on Doumeki's face as he ate his croquette was priceless. The boy was obviously suffering from a case of food envy.
Doumeki, sitting more comfortably on the floor started toying with the charm on his wrist, and that motion made Watanuki freeze up and stop what he was doing.
"I don't have to wear this." Doumeki said, still toying with the charm.
"That's low." Watanuki countered.
"Well it's not nice to tease me with food." Doumeki said.
"Fine you idiot. The croquette tastes like flour and beef, and the lo mein I stuffed it with." Watanuki explained, and Doumeki wondered how the other boy could make such masterpieces and not do it justice by giving better descriptions.
Doumeki looked him dead in the eye. "Try again."