He's a little startled when she speaks, though he honestly shouldn't be; naturally a chef would want to know how the food turned out, especially when he knows that she made it in part due to him.
Which is still an odd thought, and one he doesn't try to examine too closely.
He swallows, and clears his throat, and tries to make sure there's absolutely no way that any hint of what he's feeling will get through. Thankfully, he's got practice with that, because nobody's got time for him getting sentimental.]
It is delicious.
[That's the frank truth.
After a moment, he adds to it, eyes firmly on the food:]
It tastes much as I would expect for it to taste back home.
[If he were there...this is the sort of thing that he would have liked to have eaten.]
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He's a little startled when she speaks, though he honestly shouldn't be; naturally a chef would want to know how the food turned out, especially when he knows that she made it in part due to him.
Which is still an odd thought, and one he doesn't try to examine too closely.
He swallows, and clears his throat, and tries to make sure there's absolutely no way that any hint of what he's feeling will get through. Thankfully, he's got practice with that, because nobody's got time for him getting sentimental.]
It is delicious.
[That's the frank truth.
After a moment, he adds to it, eyes firmly on the food:]
It tastes much as I would expect for it to taste back home.
[If he were there...this is the sort of thing that he would have liked to have eaten.]