“Itto, please, you flatter me.” They're just cookies and bread, okay? Given the right tools, he could make actual, more proper food, but that requires things he doesn't currently have, so. “Actually, I've made some before! All I would need is the ingredients and some molds in whatever shape you like and I'd have no trouble making them.” He's made all sorts of stuff and, while it may take stamps to gather everything they'd need, he's not opposed to the idea. Xiaoyun shifts as close as she's allowed, winding her little noodle body into a tight coil and laying her head down, leaving plenty of room for her fellow DTF if it wishes to join, which is extremely adorable in Sizhui's opinion too.

A quiet, thoughtful hum comes first while he considers what exactly they could do while aboard a train, and as he thinks, he does wonder: should they wait until they've reached his cabin? Because performing in a somewhat small space might be burdensome... unless— “Actual intercourse may be difficult at the moment, but uhm.” Gods, his face is already red just thinking about it, but. “I could go down on you?”