[Seeing the bag all stuffed and apparently ready to fall into a food coma relaxes Hijikata. They really did it!! The room is indeed a complete mess, though, and so are he and Crow... everything smells of pumpkin, and they're still hip-deep in sludge (it only kept increasing as more and more pumpkins were turned into mush).]

Don't mention it.

[He wades over to the window and looks out, but simply pouring the mess down wouldn't be a great idea, given that they'd definitely be observed and people would probably raise complains. He takes his phone out from his jacket pocket with a tired sigh.]

I'm calling some professional cleaners.

[He knows for a fact that there are clean-up spells, but since he doesn't know any of them he'll leave it to the professionals. The person on the other end of the line agrees to come over ASAP and bring a ladder to climb through the window so they can keep the door closed (never mind that part of the pumpkin soup must inevitably have been spilling through the gap underneath throughout the ordeal).]

Let's wait until they get here. Sorry, Crow, I know you just wanted to make more food.

[The prospect of a food shortage is frightening, so he won't go hard on the rocker for this domestic disaster.]