[He reflects her without even truly realising it. Nier cocks an eyebrow, and humours a small tug of his mouth on one side. They have probably had meat that was burnt. They've probably had meat that was undercooked. At this stage of things, concepts like 'fine dining' and 'gourmet cooking' likely mean very little to him. Why should it, after all?

He's just a barbarian with a sword.

Nier shakes his head.]

I wasn't complaining. Just amused. You're on. Loser makes meals for the next week. Just in case I do, since I'm old and all, I'm not promising anything I make is going to be good. Edible, sure, but probably not good.