[ He's overused his dramatic gasps for tonight, Claude thinks, but he's sorely tempted to give one here, too. The same goes for rolling his eyes though that's also extremely tempting, but in lieu of that he simply takes another forkful of pasta though there's a comment which comes before shoveling it into his mouth. ]

I'm not even a little sorry for being greedy about this. I'll have to find a way to return the favor considering I'm pretty sure my ban from the kitchen is still in effect, but I bet I can find something around Cadens that'll come close.

[ Well. It wasn't quite as simple teasing as he'd thought it would be when said aloud, but that's fine. Sylvain's warm hand in his makes any strangeness over which might've settled over him feel far and away from where they are as he chews that pasta before waving his now empty fork a bit again. It's coming in handy for making decisive points. ]

That's because campfires are hardly worth cooking over at all when it comes down to it. We should probably add spoiling Mags to this by dropping something off to her, [ with a rather generous use of 'we' considering the only part of that Claude will be responsible for is supervising, or, ] though I'm claiming taste testing privileges on that if it happens. Then it's not just for me, right?