[ Clearly the only response to such a statement is to suddenly look alarmed. Very alarmed, even, as Claude makes a point of peering around the other man like there's something concealed behind him. Then to the counters and cabinets for good measure, too, before that feigned suspicious look gets turned back upon Sylvain. ]

Wait a minute. When'd Flayn get summoned here so you could recruit her for helping you since you're so worried about this somehow being terrible despite all appearances of it not being that?

[ Flayn, of course, couldn't hope to create anything close to this no matter how much assistance she'd had or enthusiasm she put into it. The memories of the meals in the dining hall on nights when she'd tried to help - those certainly aren't the fond part, but teasing Flayn over it until she flustered had been for Claude.

He could run with that some more and entirely means to, but then Sylvain's mouth is on his again after he catches that look before it. Rather than break it he hums a small pleased noise into it to match that matching feeling washing over him that lingers when the other pulls back and Claude raises a hand cup the side of that handsome face again. ]

Thank you, [ said quietly and no less fondly, ] for everything.