Sometimes I think your ‘new snacks’ are almost as scary as Flayn’s attempts at cooking. Some things are just not meant to be combined, Claude.

[ The chiding is offered with fond humor, however, even as he turns his hand over to thread his fingers with Claude’s, even as he takes a bite from his own plate. He’s more pleased that Claude seemed to be enjoying it, rather than his own critical thoughts on what he could have done better. ]

Please don’t choke on your dinner. I might have to give up on cooking forever and then we’d both starve.