What's incredible is the amount of food on the table. At the same time, it's kind of exciting. It's not every day he sees someone who can eat anything close to the amount he regularly scarfs down, and Minato's attention is drawn to the mysterious food vacuum hidden among the plates. He, sitting at a table very close by and definitely within earshot, looked up from his own hearty meal when he heard the throat being cleared. He didn't think it was directed at him, but it was enough to catch his attention. Just in case. And lo and behold, look at that. ... Amazing, really.

He's one of the people Edgeworth might glare at, although the look in Minato's eyes is more of amazement than annoyance or scrutiny. After all, who's he to judge for Edgeworth's amount of food? His stack of plates is just slightly larger than the other's, honestly.

He's stuffing a large piece of pancake in his own mouth when they make eye contact, and there's a moment when he just blinks, unsure what to do. Then he raises his hand in a thumbs-up as he swallows the food. "Nice appetite."