[ Hunk had a smile at the mentions of rice and miso, things he recognized, but it starts to fade, to fall towards a frown as things progress to sandwiches and cakes. Liking tea over coffee is fine, but... ]

That's horrible. You know... [ And now he has a devious little smirk. ] I could definitely whip up some miso soup sometime later, if you want to eat some home food.

[ Hunk makes an assumption that a shrine with miso might put him as Japanese, but... it doesn't explain the wings and claws. ] Was everyone on your Earth all... birdy?