Civilian rolled his eyes, emitting a very faint, very sharp little laugh through his nose.

"Come now. Not everyone is familiar with the culinary arts, my friend," he bit back. "Useful? Of course, but should we all be so lucky to never need to cook for ourselves."

True to his offer earlier, Civy did know a thing or two about cooking; he had actually been rather skilled with a knife even before his service as a Spy, albeit one used more for filleting than backstabbing.

He sat down next to Miss Spy, leaning forward with his chin resting in the upturned palm of his hand on the table. "At least she is willing to support the team against the menace of grease-stains."