[ Sylvain just grins cheekily and sinks back down into the chair Claude had nudged out for him. He waves off that praise with a laugh, looking a little self-conscious about it, in fact. ]

You say that now but the whole thing could be terrible and I’ll have to ban myself from the kitchen from here on out.

[ He doesn’t think that’s likely, but it’s easier to joke in light of the look Claude is giving him and the quiet flutter of delight he feels that his efforts this afternoon look like they might have paid off after all.

But for the moment, he just leans in close to drop a kiss on Claude’s lips, his expression fond and indulgent. ]

Happy Birthday.