He grabbed a for and dug it into a piece of pasta and tasted it and smiled.
"MHHHH! IT TASTES DELICIOUS!"
"Ah-really? Well-thanks!"
"Sweetheart its wonderful-how"
He rubs the back of his neck, blushing
"I-I dunno...I just sorta started cooking for myself a lot after I got banished down here..."
"Well. You did a hell of a good job!"
"Pft-"
"Whattt, I'm serious you trouble maker.."
"Hey! Who you calling a trouble maker?"
"You, Mr. Mischievous.."
He raised his eyebrows.
He scoffs, acting fake offended
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
