"Just call me Margaret, Asuka... The ingredients I'm good at using aren't available here, but fortunately my mother taught me to adapt to local conditions when she taught me to cook. There are many strange-looking foods in French cuisine, but they're all delicious. Have you tried baked snails, Asuka?"
"Sn... snails?"
Tangze Asuka stared blankly at Margaret in front of her, seemingly shocked, and that expression amused Margaret. She covered her mouth and sat at the table, casually pushing the knives, forks, and other utensils in front of her,
"Don't worry, I tried it, the snails here can't be eaten. Chun told me, so you don't have to worry."
"Oh... oh, I... I didn't say eating snails is bad, just that I might not be used to it."
"You haven't eaten these before? What are they called where you come from?"
"Western cuisine?"
"Ah, that's pretty much the name."
Tangze Asuka picked up her knife with her left hand, pouted, and said,
