[Once he's led Minegishi inside, Liem spends a moment watching his wary regard of the room before pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the kitchen's central table. If he's going to wait until Minegishi is done eating to clean up the rest of the pans and ingredients littering the kitchen, he may as well rest his feet for a minute, considering he's been on them for most of the last few hours.

The kitchen is mostly clean already, its counters sporting only an assortment of packaged ingredients and the pasta-sullied baking dishes. He could probably put away the ingredients at least while Minegishi eats. But he won't.]

I'm trusting you not to. You already agreed to help me.

[Minegishi seemed desperate to be respected as an adult rather than some punk teenager, so Liem is inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt in this instance. He notices that the question doesn't stop him from immediately digging into one of the last dishes to come out of the oven.]

If you ran off after, I suppose I just wouldn't offer you the leftovers next time you're around when I do this. The community centre staff would probably like to have them instead.

… But you aren’t a freeloader, so I'm not worried.