"I think you're imagining it," Haruto answers, and takes the coffee. Which is kind of par for the course for Nitoh, in his experience. He lifts the mug to his lips and blows, slowly, across the surface, before he takes a sip.

It could certainly be worse, he decides. "Ice cream? No, I don't eat that stuff," he answers. "And if there is any in there, it's Adam's." He likes his roommate, certainly, but taking his food seemed a bit much. He snorts at the mental image of Nitoh cooking in his Beast suit, and then banishes it with the agreement to his 'going out' plan. "I don't think an open flame is what we need here," he says, tapping open his tablet and flicking it on. The dim light from the screen is at least enough to give him a better sense of where Nitoh is. "Besides, are you saying you don't want to go to dinner with me? My treat, and everything." He's had months to build up a little stockpile of cash, at this point. It helped that he didn't have many expenditures outside of food and an occasional life necessity, like replacement umbrellas.