She should certainly look proudly over her work, because he was sure it was going to be amazing. Though once again he had to concede that she looked even better with that modest flush on her cheeks. He made himself quite happy watching that as he patiently waited his turn, but as soon as Summer had started in on her food and told him to do the same - well, he didn't need to be told twice. He started with the meat, picking up the knife and cutting it even though he wanted to just shove the whole piece into his mouth, it smelled so good. And as the first bite-sized piece touched his tongue, he hummed happily, eyes falling shut for a moment as he savored it. His mother had made stew, but he hadn't had pot roast in... far too long. "Oh, it tastes even better than it smells," he said, eyes opening so he could see to cut the next bite and keep going. Of course, about five bites in he realized he was inhaling it and tried to slow down, chewing and swallowing before he asked, "Have you always been so good at cooking?" It seemed a nice, safe thing to ask, although he knew that he should already know the answer; still, he tried to smile, because he really was curious. He didn't know about her hobbies, what she liked to do or what she was good at. Not anymore - not yet.