"It is, which is why you may utilize my endless onion bag whenever you wish," he says, beaming.

He sees that look, Angeal. Don't do the thing if you hate it. Or do, but he doesn't say that outright. "Unless, of course, you require your own. It was a rather singular experience in both scent and taste."

Especially now that others have taken their chances. He'd at least been able to take his turn earlier on, when the water was marginally less onion-juice.