[His expression doesn't change, but he's at least there's no long pauses anymore. For now.]

Do I look like I'm joking? You see how sturdily I stir this liquid? The sweat on my brow as I slave over this flame with dedication? How smooth and confident my hand is at choosing a carefully considered ingredient?

[Without turning his gaze from her, he reaches out and grabs a random dish and tosses everything in it into the pot. He doesn't even know what it was he threw in there. It could have been the handful of blueberries. Could have been walnuts. He doesn't know, or care.]

Bam. Fucking delicious.