[Puzzled expression, meet bewildered scowl.]

...But you had it. It's yours. You picked the ingredients for the food you like, and now you're giving it to me. And you helped me before, too.

[Even though Onni didn't need to do that. To Brook, the imbalance is clear. He continues frowning at Onni over his knees.]

I can't just... do nothing in return. It wouldn't be even.