[Oh dear. He's just... pointing. At all the food Masaomi is trying so hard not to eat. Masaomi gulps back the urge to smack this poor dude's hand aside. Instead, he shakes his head.]

This isn't... [Real, he intends to say. He stops himself, starts again.] It's kind of a special occasion. Stuff's not usually all decked out like this. Think of it as a welcome party.