”No!” Asahi exclaims and rubs his nose with his free hand, frowning.
Noya grins and continues down the list. ”Mummifying.”
”What even… Are you making this up?” Asahi mutters, stopping his whisking, finally satisfied with the fluffiness of the mixture.
”Haha I swear I’m not. Ooh this sounds fun - water sports!” His eyebrows slowly rise as he reads on. ”Oh um. Never mind.”
”What?” Adding melted butter and milk to his bowl Asahi glances over at his somewhat sick-looking boyfriend.
The libero scratches his head, smiling wryly. ”It’s basically omorashi.”
”Ah.” Asahi deadpans, continuing to add the dry ingredients. ”Can you get me the lemon juice form the fridge?”