I have every faith… that whatever you make will be more edible than some of Claude’s “experiments”.

[ Said with an equal measure of amusement and exasperation as he lets his grin widen a hint, watching her with warm, dark eyes. Amusement that only deepens as he picks up on how she second guesses herself, and the amount of effort she’s putting into getting this right. ]

How long’s it been since you’ve had to prepare a whole meal like this? Maybe I have been spoiling you two too much.