"You make me sound sadistic when you put it that way," Yumi said with a pout, "I don't enjoy watching people struggle. I do enjoy seeing people be happy though, and that's what I want to see from you! I just don't want to tell you what to do, I don't feel like you'll enjoy yourself as much." Eh, she'd give it until after the meal, and if he was still lost then she would go ahead and run him through it. Much as Viral asked for help she couldn't bring herself to do it, not immediately. Perhaps foolishly she was waiting to see if he would take the incentive to be more outgoing himself, much as a stretch that may be. Cringing faintly at the drug remark Yumi smiled hopefully, patting the Beastman on the arm. "I'm sure you'll be able to! A lot of it is going to be your favorite foods, and you can eat as much or as little as you want!"

Oh boy, he really had to learn to keep his own mouth shut. It was nice and all that Shu wanted to learn, but how much did he want to learn exactly? Takeshi knew probably the equivalent of your average high school student... As a freshman. He wasn't a teacher, if anyone ought to do it then it ought to be Vegeta, or maybe Sayomi or a rebel. His brother wanted him to teach however, that was the impression he got anyways. "I'll try teaching you whatever you want to know," the Saiyan remarked, smirking at his brother, "Not baking though. I don't know if Yumi knows, or the others either. Saiyans do eat sweets, though... Their sweets are different from ours." Not the same foods or anything, it made cooking tricky. That was part of the reason Takeshi couldn't be bothered with cooking, he didn't want to have to learn the different food stuffs on every single planet. It was easier to shove a stick into something's hind and roast it over the fire, not a whole lot of expertise required there. Wafts of all sorts of tasty treats began to fill Takeshi's nose, and he was quick to point out the food carts that were only now being brought out. Shu was rather excited about it too, springing about yet again. "Allowed to? Eat all you want! I'm sure they've got more where this came from!"

At last the food was ready. Vegeta wasn't thrilled with how late it had all come out, he'd been hoping to at least have appetizers prepared before anyone even showed up. Ah well, better late than never he supposed. Making certain everything was ready, and finding a few missing he disparagingly let the cooks bring the carts out, seeing no need to wait any longer. Following out behind the final chef he paused when he came across Viral and Yumi, the latter going off to the table to help set it. So far things seemed to be going okay, even if Viral had removed himself from the party. Grabbing his attention and asking how he was enjoying himself the response was, unfortunately, less than stellar. "Talking to those two, hm?" Vegeta remarked, gesturing to Masao and Shiori. He wouldn't reveal how he'd come across those two, only that he had. "Kind of troublesome to track down, but I figured they'd make good additions to the party. And they were more than happy to come see you again, so it worked out." Hopefully once everyone had some food the party could begin in earnest, then mayhaps Viral would enjoy himself a little more. "Go on, take your seat and grab something to eat," he urged, smiling kindly as he gave the Beastman a small push. "You're at the head of the table with myself and Yumi, take whatever one of the seats you want and someone will bring you your food."