[Ryuji stares at Minato, for a second, horrified not by the implication of the pun and the weight it holds behind it, but because it was made with to begin with. Jesus, dude.]

...Forreal?

[That was bad.

He'll welcome the topical change easily and without protestation.]

No.

No, it's all absolutely effin' terrible. No matter what you do. A month of literally every food I could think of, and it all kinda just... tastes the same.