It'll be fine. I'm going to dry it first. [He doesn't sound overtly placating, but he also doesn't seem to be impatient or irritated.

The water's been running on the food for long enough to satisfy any reasonable person, so Light keeps it on for a few more seconds before turning it off and shaking the colander over the sink. When the little drops of water stop falling from it, he sets it on the counter, and tears a fair length of paper towels loose from the roll on the wall. After wiping down a section of counter, he lays out the towels, two layers thick, the whole time being careful not to touch the sides that the food will go on. Equally carefully, he makes sure his double can see that he's doing so.]