What a humble master Junkojuro had! There were few mortals that would decline being regarded so highly, and fewer that would voice their concern so cordially. "Very well," he said with a small bow. "If it pleases you, then I will merely refer to you as Haruka-sama." Of course, the fox assumed that being called by her surname was the only aspect that she took issue with. It didn't even cross the fox's mind that she may have found the honorific a bit excessive; after all, she was now the master of the shrine, and the only spiritual leader in the village, so she deserved to be called "sama." 

Then, she moved on to the topic of food, and if he wasn't mistaken, she had actually offered to cook something for him. He couldn't remember the last time he had a real meal prepared for him. Even many of the late masters merely paid tribute by offering him a bowl of rice once a week, which he took no issue with whatsoever; now, his master was asking him for his preferences? This was one prayer he would never regret granting. At such a generous offer he dropped to his knees, bowing as low as he could without having his voice muffled by the tatami. "I would not be so insolent as to burden Milady with such things as petty requests. You needn't concern yourself with my nourishment; youkai such as myself do not subsist on mortal food. I will accept whatever tribute you choose to offer without complaint whenever you see fit. However..." Here a very fox-like grin crossed his face. In a roundabout way, she had asked him what he liked, so he would fulfill his duties as a teacher. "...Only to satiate your curiosity I will say this: there is nothing I enjoy more than fried tofu with a warm cup of sake."

He would not dare ask for such a thing, though. Not only was it unbecoming, but it defeated the purpose of an offering. Humans made offerings to spirits out of the kindness of their hearts, not out of a sense of obligation. It was this sentiment that was so nourishing to the spirits, not the food itself. Of course, kitsune like Junkojuro still had very real tongues with very real taste buds and very real preferences. After he finished speaking, he looked up at Haruka with an eager look on his face, as if awaiting further instruction.