Lasagna laughed and gave a flourishing bow. "You are looking at one of the best cooks in the whole state! Maybe even the whole country my fair damsel!" Grinning broadly at her, he looked back at the food that wasn't touched. A finger came up to his ear, wishing he could be wearing his ear cuff right about now. Sadly, he wasn't so he just dealt with fiddling with his ear for a moment as he thought in that nearly silent room.<br/><br/>"What do you normally like to eat? Sweet? Spicy? Salty? Bitter? What is the flavor that you most want to taste first and last?" It was possible to make good food without a smell, but it was extremely hard to do. He had to relay on the fact that the tongue could only basically taste sweet and sour things and then work from there. He was fairly sure he was missing a few taste sensors there, but those were usually the ones he was most concerned with anyway. "I need to have a good diving board to start off with. That way I don't accidentally make it spicy when you like sweet. That would just be a shame if you still could not eat it cause of that. And after all my hard work too."<br/><br/>At this point he made a pouty face even as the side of his brain with manners proceeded to beat up the side that didn't in his head. You idiot! It was saying. She is in the hospital for reason and you have the nerve, no! The gall to say that this dish would be a waste of your time if she did not eat it? For all you know, this could be her last day alive! The other side just sprouted off with things like 'my food is the best' and 'my time is much more valuable than hers will ever be!' Ahh. The pride come before the fall never seemed to be more personified then it was in him at the moment.<br/><br/>"Also. Anything you would prefer to eat if you could?"