"... This—" Noah widened his eyes, as he recognized the taste as he put the food in his mouth. This was the dish his mother would often make him.
"Is there something wrong with your food?" she asked, as Noah seemed a little strange to her, his attention elsewhere.
"Eh? No, not really. This dish just reminded me of my mother..." he told her, slowly eating the food on his plate, as he supressed the tears from forming.
"I... I'm sorry for your loss," she changed expression mid-sentence, realizing what was going on. At the same time, Lilith called out Noah's attention.
'I mean, is it that much similar that you'd cry? Damn...' she told him, making him struggle to keep his poker-face.