Maybe not, but there's still no way you can get yourself out of that corner you've talked yourself into.

[ Nishikiyama relaxes in a way that shows he'd been toying with Mine. With his eyes falling back to his food, a dish now unworthy of Mine's tastebuds by a only some amount of time, he helps himself to the remainder of the dish without worrying about how it comes off. He huffs and rolls his eyes. ]

Give me yours. I can't stand seeing it sit there like that.