He's a little taken aback by her fervor. "It's... only noodles and broth and seasoning. And salt," he adds, almost as an afterthought and trying not to let his lips curve in distaste. It's surprisingly easy to keep his light expression when she's pressed in against him like this. "A lot of salt."

He glances to her and freezes at those eyes, his own flush darkening once again. It takes a long moment before he tears those eyes of his away from hers and glances back toward the sky with a 'hmph' through his nose. "I suppose I could, yes."