[He looks pleased at the praise of his cooking. After Diarmuid finishes chewing and swallowing the bites of the meat he'd taken, before asking after learning how to look it himself, Hidetoshi perks up a little, momentarily distracted from the awkwardness of gifting an adult with a gift he didn't buy from the store.]

I wouldn't mind that. I have plenty of free time here. It shouldn't be too difficult to arrange later!

[Then he starts teasing and Hidetoshi promptly goes;]

You're mistaken, I'm afraid. I'm not nervous at all.

[He denies that quite convincingly, he thinks. Then he folds his arms across his chest, not tense but not super at ease either.]

It's harmless. There's no need to be concerned.

[If Diarmuid unwraps the packaging, he'll find several pieces of soft, durable cloth, a bottle (nicked from the cafeteria, it seemed) of cleaning fluid and similar equipment.

Hidetoshi had found himself stuck when he had attempted to find a fitting present for the man; he wasn't confident in his knowledge of wildlife to identify berries or fruit on the forest level, and he wasn't so close to him as to know his personal hobbies. so he'd settled on donating a portion of the basic, hasty handmade kit for cleaning and maintaining his own knives he'd hobbled together in the Tower.

If it'd worked for knives, it should work for spears, right?]