[ He does tense when Hayame approaches the table, the thud of her hooves sending tiny tremors through the flooring. Not because he's about to start any shit, but because he can't fully discount the possibility of Hayame, say, flipping the table right up into his face. Or just, like breaking a bowl over his head or something. Who knows what to expect from a barbaric-ass centaur who'd been willing to shoot before talking?

But she simply sits at the table across from him.

Picks up her chopsticks.

And even seems to say (silent) thanks before starting to eat. Normally.

He'd kept his gaze trained warily at the food, only watching Hayame out of the fringes of his field of vision, but Gen does look up once Hayame starts digging in. He's already making good progress on his own second serving of saury, and he slowly chews at a large mouthful as he studies her for a long moment. Given his missing left hand he's been forced to tweak his eating habits, unable to hold his rice bowl up, and he awkwardly keeps his chopsticks balanced across the lip of his bowl of miso soup as he lifts it up to take a big sip.

Then -- ]

So you're capable of at least pretending to be normal sometimes. [ It's a low mutter, partially muffled into his bowl, punctuated by the soft thunk as Gen places it back onto the table. His chopsticks click neatly as he picks off another big chunk of the saury to pop into his mouth, and he speaks while still chewing: ] Was wondering if you were just always a psycho bitch.

[ Despite his unsavory word choice, his delivery is low and almost mild, tired rather than incendiary. There's a pause as Gen picks at his saury for a moment longer before adding plainly, ]

If you're still that determined to kill me, save it for next time. S'been way too long since I got to have some normal food -- and looks like it's the same for you, too. Don't go fucking it up.