[Yamaguchi almost wants to launch in with a story about his teammates' cooking habits, lip quirking upward as he remembers that no one in the gang ever bothers to eat or cook properly except for Kiyoko, judging by appearances...but. He bites his tongue, deciding against it. It feels duplicitous to bring up Karasuno when they operate in secrecy for their own protection, and furthermore, they likely don't even know that Yamaguchi's here tonight and talking about them to a stranger.
Luckily, there's something else in Sakeguchi's statement to grab his attention. At least when Yamaguchi coughs to buy some time and gives the words another moment of thought.]
Home-cooked? ...Ah. You must have someone that cooks for you, huh.
[And judging by age, and the fact that he's a transfer student, it's probably not family. Yamaguchi doesn't know how to feel about the thought of Sakeguchi already having a...what? Partner? Roommate? 'Made exactly to your tastes' doesn't leave much to the imagination, that it's something intimate...]
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Luckily, there's something else in Sakeguchi's statement to grab his attention. At least when Yamaguchi coughs to buy some time and gives the words another moment of thought.]
Home-cooked? ...Ah. You must have someone that cooks for you, huh.
[And judging by age, and the fact that he's a transfer student, it's probably not family. Yamaguchi doesn't know how to feel about the thought of Sakeguchi already having a...what? Partner? Roommate? 'Made exactly to your tastes' doesn't leave much to the imagination, that it's something intimate...]