Hak tosses the bottle to where Akaya stands a few feet away and reaches back in the fridge to get another one for himself. He pops the cap with his thumbnail and flicks it off, taking a few swallows as the cap flips through the air right into the garbage bin.

Omi looks at Hak. "Are you hungry?"

"Am I ever not?" Hak grins, appreciating the invitation. It smelled pretty good. He steps over to the pot and peers inside. "This is for Goku, too?"

"It's for everyone, including Goku."

Hak's grin broadens. "You definitely didn't make enough." He's heaping some noodles into a bowl anyway.

"I can't do anything about the size of your stomachs. They don't make pots big enough to satisfy both of you."

"Oh? Do we need to get you more pots?"

"Maybe you just need to learn to eat normal portion sizes!"

"Sorry, but I can't do anything about the size of my stomach either," Hak says breezily and ladles the curry sauce over the noodles. He grabs a pair of chopsticks and his beer to carry over to the couch.

"Thanks, shorty. Needs more cayenne though."

"You haven't even tasted it yet!"

Hak plops down on the couch and turns to look directly at Omi while he takes a big, slow slurp of sauce-covered noodle.

"Tasty." He deadpans. "And needs more cayenne."

Based on the puffing of Omi's cheeks, that's probably enough teasing for now. He signs off with a salute to the kitchen and turns on the holoscreen to find something to watch.