[Alcor said nothing, seemingly undeterred by Yamato's disdain of his culinary abilities, and levitated the food (which was on a tray) so that it was on the table one moment, and right under Yamato's nose the next, floating an inch or two above his lap while on the bed. It was a simple breakfast, consisting of small portions of omurice, broiled salmon, miso soup, and green tea.
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...But of course, there was also takoyaki.]
Please, eat.
[That was a yes.]