He reads that expression well, offering both the milk and the plate of crackers for her choice. Roland shakes his head, urging her to pick before that radioactive sauce burns her faster than she can cool off.

"Why in the world would I doom myself by betting with Senku? No odds would be in my favor if this is what we had to stomach." He answers, setting down whatever Nita doesn't go for immediately after. The guy definitely looks concerned.

"Maybe...you should quit while you're ahead. There's more food on the table, anyway."