[Blue tries not to look like he's watching to see how Guzma likes his cooking, but the praise makes his cheeks flush undeniably before he huffs and glances away with as indignant a face as he can make, in these circumstances.]

Of course it is! I've been traveling on my own a long time, after all. Not knowing how to cook for myself wouldn't do at all...

[He glances back again, still pouting a little, and slumps back in the chair again.] ...There's more, so you should eat a lot so you stop fainting like a lil' baby Pichu.

[Says the kid that wolfed down his own bowl so fast it barely had time to cool, while he was still in the kitchen. Who's the feral woods-child again?]