Itadakemasu
Rodney McKay didn't really appreciate the Sailor Senshi as anything more than glorified Ancients until the day that the first piece of perfect, wonderful sashimi quivered delectably on the platter under his nose.
He looked up from the plate, which had jumped into his line of sight, cutting him off from his notes, tried very hard not to salivate out the side of his mouth, and scowled at Dr. Miko, who was holding it.
"What's this?" he said.
"Sashimi," she offered with a small frown right between her eyebrows. "Raw fish."
"I know what sashimi is," Rodney snapped. "I mean, what is it? Where did it come from?"
"Ah," Dr. Miko said softly. "Kino Makoto-san made it."
Rodneys mouth twisted to the side. "Sailor Jupiter?"
Miko made a sort of frustrated squeaking sigh and said, "They wish you to call them by their real names. You make them sound like exparaments."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Rodney said, eyes and focus back on the sashimi. "She made this?"
"Kino-san is a professional chef," Miko said. "She has two restaurants and a bakery in Tokyo. She made this for you. She says you work too hard." Miko made a face that suggested that she found Kino-sans worry for Rodney slightly unpalatable.
"Where did she get the fish?" Rodney asked, fingers twitching in the frustrated urge to just snatch the plate away from Miko right now.
Miko sighed and put the plate down right on top of his paperwork, obviously sick of holding it. "We are in a city in the middle of an ocean, Doctor McKay," she said, in a voice that clearly translated her exasperation. "Please eat it, or Kino-san will be insulted."
One last question held Rodney back. "Is there any citrus on it?"
Miko gave him a sideways look. "Kino-san knows you are allergic. All of Atlantis does."
"Oh, good," Rodney said, and didn't wait another second.
The sashimi was in his mouth, snap, snap, and then on it's wonderful, melty way down to his tummy.
"Oh," he said, in what was almost a groan. "I think Im in love."
Dr. Miko let out a decidedly un-Japanese snort. "Do not let Kino-san hear you say that," she cautioned.
Rodney licked his lips, looked mournfully at the empty dish, and said, "Why not?" He thought he ought to be vaguely insulted. He could love a woman who made him dinner very easily, he thought. He could even deal with the lack of blonde.
Miko patted his shoulder. "Kino-san says you remind her of her sempai. Her old boyfriend."
Rodney squinched his eyes for a moment, not seeing the issue, then asked, "Is that bad?"
"Itadakemasu" is said in prayer before eating. It means, essentially, Thank you for preparing this wonderful food that I am about to eat. Its also a polite way to signal the being of something, usually a meal. Cultural note - Japanese women tend to make food for the men they crush on.