Sakura figured that Meilin would be able to help herself if she was on the plate but, at the same time, she was mindful of how terrifying chopsticks would be from such a position. She finally settled on a possibility and, plucking Meilin from the palm of her hand, set her down as close to the right-hand side of the plate as possible without the risk of sliding right into the nabemono.

Meilin nearly fell on her front when Sakura's fingers released her upon the ceramic surface of a giant plate. She looked up at the landscape of food and her nostrils were overwhelmed by the smell, she so wanted to leap in there and eat away to her heart's content, but she forced herself to look up at Sakura and figure how easily she could end up as a part of this meal.

"EAT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT." Sakura declared, her voice being like that of a god. "I'LL START FROM THE LEFT AND HEAD RIGHT, THAT WAY, AS LONG AS YOU DON'T PLUNGE INTO THE FOOD, YOU'LL BE QUITE SAFE." Meilin nodded, still feeling rather sober from the reminder that she could accidentally become an appetiser. "ITATAKEMASU!" Sakura roared as she lifted her chopsticks over the edge of the plate and plunged the tips into the left-hand part of the nabemono, lifting only a few noodles amongst some of the other ingredients. For Meilin this was only a confirmation of her helplessness; she deduced that the same amount would provide enough for a banquet attended by the entire population of the prefecture where she resided. She watched in awe, adrenaline beginning to surge, as Sakura silently opened her mouth and shoved it in, with only enough noodles protruding from her lips to equal enough food for Meilin and her mother to last a week, in two seconds they were slurped into the massive maw. A terrible groan and ache from her own stomach reminded Meilin why she came here. She walked towards the apex of a curled noodle and knelt upon the plate to tuck in.

"Itatakemasu!" She declared, feeling like her own voice was naught but a tiny squeak having heard Sakura's thundering declaration. She bit into the noodle; the soft pasta still quite maleable in her mouth suggesting that the consistency of giant food was the same as normal food, only greater in volume.