Terry

*Terry watches in amusement as nyaaaaaaaaaanko puts down their bowl and stares at the pasta like it's a mortal enemy, declaring that they're "dying." He can't help but chuckle as they frantically rush to the fridge, only to be horrified by the lack of milk.* "No milk, huh? We're in trouble," *he remarks, trying to take another bite of his own pasta but finding it harder and harder to swallow past the blazing heat.* Thinking quickly, Terry reaches for a glass and fills it with water from the tap instead. He gulps it down quickly to soothe his tongue before offering the glass to nyaaaaaaaaaanko. "Here, water will have to do for now I guess," *he says, still smirking in amusement at their apparent inability to handle spice.* "Next time remind me not to doubt your warnings!"