[He takes the spoon, grateful Ren didn't try something overly-sappy like trying to feed him, and gives it a taste. As usual, it's leaps and bounds better than anything he used to eat in the past, absent the bland salt-and-cardboard taste of microwave meals. In spite of himself, he relaxes, the set of his shoulders easing somewhat in a way that only Ren's cooking seems to inspire.]
What do you look so nervous for? [He shakes his head at Ren as he returns the spoon and shakes his head.] Delicious, as always. You have quite the talent for cooking.
[Meanwhile Akechi, in spite of Ren's best efforts, still struggles to put together a decent curry. The last batch in Heavenly Blanc he'd tried to make, he'd turned the heat up to its highest setting for the sake of efficiency, which resulted in a burnt sticky sludge that took forever to scrape clean.]
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[He takes the spoon, grateful Ren didn't try something overly-sappy like trying to feed him, and gives it a taste. As usual, it's leaps and bounds better than anything he used to eat in the past, absent the bland salt-and-cardboard taste of microwave meals. In spite of himself, he relaxes, the set of his shoulders easing somewhat in a way that only Ren's cooking seems to inspire.]
What do you look so nervous for? [He shakes his head at Ren as he returns the spoon and shakes his head.] Delicious, as always. You have quite the talent for cooking.
[Meanwhile Akechi, in spite of Ren's best efforts, still struggles to put together a decent curry. The last batch in Heavenly Blanc he'd tried to make, he'd turned the heat up to its highest setting for the sake of efficiency, which resulted in a burnt sticky sludge that took forever to scrape clean.]
I'm sure your friends will enjoy it.