Urushihara watched Maou, now less intent and more simply curious. He was already picking at his rice, but he didn't quite understand the spread of what seemed to be raw meat. Didn't humans get sick off of this kind of--

Ah. That made sense.

"I'm confused," he said, blinking and speaking around a small mouthful of rice. "It costs more than the konbini crap you bring me, but you have to cook it yourself?"