[Konoha can't stand the pink goo herself. It tastes so strange, the texture is... revolting. Apparently some people are used to it, to living in "space" and eating this kind of thing, but. She sure wasn't.
If it came down to survival, sure... she'd stomach it. Pounds of it, with how much her body needed for fuel. But until then... She's doing her best to make as much food as she can to share.
And she hasn't forgotten about Sumo, either.
So when she catches sight of Hank entering the kitchen for pink goo... She can't help but pipe up from where she's prepping lunch on a counter, in the middle of plucking a chicken.]
Do you need anything... ?
[Despite how their last meeting... and the meeting before had gone... She can't just let them eat goo on account of that.]
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If it came down to survival, sure... she'd stomach it. Pounds of it, with how much her body needed for fuel. But until then... She's doing her best to make as much food as she can to share.
And she hasn't forgotten about Sumo, either.
So when she catches sight of Hank entering the kitchen for pink goo... She can't help but pipe up from where she's prepping lunch on a counter, in the middle of plucking a chicken.]
Do you need anything... ?
[Despite how their last meeting... and the meeting before had gone... She can't just let them eat goo on account of that.]