[She should shoo him off. Chide him again, even if it may be a vain attempt in doing so. Instead, Fujino keeps quiet for a moment, as she fully takes in the being before her.

He's...so tall. More than what she's accustomed to. His body as well- the sheer mass of muscle carved everywhere, most especially prominent with the curves of his biceps and what little she can see of the dip in his chest underneath that yukata. Dark, inky tattoos winding all over, from his face, towards his neck, and throughout those large, four arms that look strong enough to crush an entire human. Four eyes, equally as blood-red like hers.

All in all, looking like a being that exudes a terrifying, domineering aura...who is this close to her personal space.

Wary? She is now! Even more so, in fact. But, the feeling temporarily ebbs for a bit as her eyes catch that strange-- mask? Skin growth? --protruding out from the right side of his face; Something indescribable glimmers in her eyes for a brief second, before it's replaced by the wariness from earlier. Good thing he's looking at her soup and not her right now...]

...if you're that knowledgeable, then I'm open as to what you think would be a good alternative to flour? Since it doesn't seem like there's nary a bag to be found here currently.