"Red fried noodles..." Gokudera says and looks down at his spaghetti. "Heh... The spaghetti is boiled and the sauce can be fried, I guess." What a Japanese way to approach spaghetti. It's enough to make hi chuckle. Gokudera can't feel too homesick when it comes to food, as he's never really had a great relationship with it. Thanks, Bianchi. "Hmm. I'm sure I did." All food is comfort food if it isn't poisonous.

Gokudera blinks at the milk carton, completely caught off guard. He's smirking and sets it down. Wow when was the last time he's heard something like that? There's an odd affectionate way he stares at it, and realizes that he missed Yamamoto.

"Thanks." And he opens the milk, placing a straw in it, and taking a drink. "That's milk alright." What else is he supposed to say? Gokudera's not a huge fan, but hey, if it makes the other happy... why not?