Have I ever judged you for your midnight snack binges? [ A pause, even as he shoots Claude an indulgent smile. ] Well, okay, I judge you when you make a mess in my kitchen for me to find the next morning, but otherwise you can snack all you like.

[ He watches Claude take that first bite with an intent look that definitely doesn’t show any of his nerves over it coming out okay, or as close as he could get to how Claude remembered the dish was supposed to taste.

Still, he can’t help but grin at the compliment, a faint flush creeping up the back of his neck in pleasure over the praise. ]

It tastes okay, then?