[ Listen...while parties may not be his thing, nor are potlucks, he's at least going to put some form of thought into it. As he tends to do, when it comes to food. Not like fretting over Amada's diet, but he does think about these things in the long run.

A frown slides onto his face at the question, because wow, Jing Yuan. Actually dragging him into conversation by making him think. ]

Like I said, 's hard to make noodle dishes for stuff like this. Usually they have soup or garnishes. [ A hand rubs at his neck. ] If you're not worried about pairing it and leaving it as a stand-alone, though...you could probably do yakisoba?

[ His features scrunch a bit as he thinks. ]

Soupless, since it's stir-fried, and it'd be pretty easy to mix up. People could just take what they want, so it wouldn't be that messy, either...

[ If Jing Yuan chooses to peek, he'll see that it's mainly a list of the new ingredients they've been subjected to here, with some traits listed next to them. Apparently, he's been keeping track of the weird magical food to save himself some grief.

As expected, he's not impressed about the concept of food fights. ]

Oi. How young exactly do you think you are? [ As in 'quick acting up, old man'. ] And fine, but I'm not gonna hold your hand the whole time, either.

[ He's going to up and pull a box from the icebox (fridge? whatever, he doesn't care anymore), before setting it down on the counter. If Jing Yuan looks once the lid is taken off, he will see...shrimps! Surprisingly normal-looking shrimps, despite the magical bullshit going on around here.

Next comes the milk, and flour...getting his ducks in a row, as it were. ]