[ Is it possible to develop some kind of Fukou-da-sense when living with Touma? While Touma's food definitely ended up in some kind of Dali-esque cascade (not that Sasha would know about Dali) from the edge of the table cloth, edge of the chair, then on the floor, with a few slippery flecks here and there. A quick sidestep at least allowed Sasha's dress to be spared. ]
Oh-- careful you might slip on that spot, Touma!
[ Fact: people have suffered broken limbs or concussions slipping on food effects on the floor. ]