Watching Yumeko give thanks for the food before them, the black haired fox did the same... Closing her eyes and clapping her palms together infront of her.

"... Rubba-dub-dub, thanks for the grub, we give thanks."

... That... Was not even remotely a prayer, in any religion or corner of the cosmos.. But it was likely not going to get any better. With the formalities out nof the way, and tradition adhere d to and upheld, it was now time for the important bits that actually mattered.

Stuffing your face.

And stuff thine face did Miyuki do. Barely had Yumeko allowed the eating to commence, before Miyuki's hands deftly snatched her chopsticks and got to work, devouring the little hill of sticky rice in her bowl as if it was the last morsels of food that a starving beast had been bble to find after a week or more of complete and utter lack of anything edible. The om-nom-nom's were strong, and the grains of glorious goodness were gobbled down the gullet in gratuitous gusto.

Alas, for 'twas not only the poor, innocent rice that was ravenously devoured. Soon, the poor, defenseless shrimps would feel the merciless munchings of the insatiable fiend! With a might crunch, the first fell! An ecstatic 'MmmMmmmMMMmmhmmmmn~' sounded out through the room as the dark haired fox took the first bite of the crispy, deep-fried sea food. Then another... And another... And yet another...

Munch. Crucnh. Munch. Crucnh. Slurp. Sauce. Slurp. Crunch. Munch. Gobble. Gobble. Slurp.

This pattern would repeat et infinitum if Yumeko allwoed it. Or, at least so long as there was tempura and rice within reach and eye-shot of the hungry, hungry Miyuki.

Though, for all her ... Gourmet-tendencies... Yumeko would notice a few thing about her guest's behavior. Apart form the cute noises of contented bliss and happiness, that is.

For one, Miyuki did not speak while eating. She never said a word or tried to bring up a conversation. Focused entirely on eating. Second, while she was what some would call a 'vaccum', she actually possessed surprisingly dignified manners - chewing with her mouth closed, using her utensils properly and - most impressive of all - never dropping or spilling any of the meal, or additives. There were no sauce-stains on the table or floor near her, no grains of rice stuck to her clothes or face, no crumbs or pices of shredded shrimp anywhere except inside her mouth.

So... Maybe she had manenrs and etiquette after all...? Just... Really hyper-focused on meal-times...?