"Granny. Hm." Declan nodded slowly, thanking the bowl with a small smile of appreciation. "Thank you," he murmured softly, looking around at the spartan furnishings before shuffling over to the couch and setting the bowl on the coffee table. he waited patiently for Aoba to join him, not wanting to eat while the other man was serving himself. In the interim he mused over what it must have been like, having family and friends waiting for you. Somewhere Aoba's family probably missed him...what was that like?

"It smells delicious. Thank you for cooking, Aoba," Declan added, looking over the couch at the blue-haired man, watching him curiously. When Aoba finally joined him and he felt it was acceptable to eat, Declan went at it with the sort of appetite only a man his size could have. Strictly speaking, Guardians didn't have to eat anything at all, but he enjoyed it as much as the next person, and didn't want Aoba to feel like he was getting nothing but charity. That, and all he really ever ate to take the edge off was rations...

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted," the Titan admitted, and it wasn't even an exaggeration. "You're a wonderful cook! Thank you for this, truly."