[ Oh, she's married. Of course she is, why wouldn't she be? Mizuki perks up slightly, though she doesn't otherwise react in any meaningful way. She might have tightened her fist a little, then decides just to take her first bite as the question comes.

It's a cautious bite at first, and her lips smack quietly as she takes in the flavor. Her lips twitch into a smile of approval. ]

I do like stew, actually. Back home, there was this one place that served it... It looked awful, but it tasted great. [ Thinking back on it now, she wonders if she liked it so much because of the present company. That thought is soured somewhat now, and her smile might have faltered. ] I also have a friend who makes a mean omelet rice.