[He blinks at that pointing gesture. What does he mean no!]

Oh... [Yoosung's free hand raises to rub the back of his neck as he glances away. It's not even in an uncomfortable-from-being-stared-at way this time, Mitarai just has his number and it's slightly embarrassing.] Really?

[It's true that it seems like he has a lot on his plate right now. The living are depending on him now, in a way that feels like it's way more than the others on this side actually have despite their insistence on the guild presence as a potential source of help. Poe may even be the first one to actually ask them for assistance, as sad as that is... he hopes they can share puzzle thoughts soon. But even without Poe, if he could make crying shoulder for Mishima his full time job, he couldn't regret that either. But even so, Mitarai looks so beat up... could he even endure another long cooking session?]

Well thanks, I appreciate it. But I don't want to burn you out... today was your first time doing it and everything...