There was a brief moment of invisible panic as Declan drew back, certain he was about to get the refusal he'd been trying to avoid. When all of Aoba's vitriol was spent on refusing to let the Guardian cook, a quiet, relieved sigh passed full lips. He was startled again by the finger prodding his chest, but only because 1: he was wearing armor and 2: who did that to a man his size if not to start a fight? Fortunately Declan wasn't prone to reflexive aggression anywhere other than the field.

"If that's what you want, I don't mind. I've never been cooked for, before."

"That you remember," Tess grunted, rolling her eyes in amusement at the display the two were putting on. "You Guardians are all depressingly tragic like that. Ugh. Hurry up, you two. You're making it hard to drum up business!"