[The silence, for those few seconds, is deafening. Yoimiya only looks back and forth between himself and the chopstick that now lies on the floor, not saying anything at first. He hasn't known her long, but he's got a feeling she's going to say something, and lo and behold, there it is. He huffs and folds his arms over his bare chest as he watches her perform the task flawlessly with her own breakfast and eats it.]

Rubbing it in, huh?

[The little piece of fish gets put in front of his mouth, and he leans just slightly forward to take it from her chopsticks with his lips to chew on it with indignation. If one could swallow food in a brat-like manner, that's how he does it- chews on it with a little more aggressively than normal, swallows it with a level of agitated bravado, if one could call it that.]

Just you wait. You may have the upper hand for now, but give me some time, and I'll be just as good at that as you are.

[And that's a promise!]