"I couldn't make most of it if I tried, so you're doing better than me." She laughed, eyes wide in awe at the array of food before her. It smelled heavenly, and given how she had made sure not to eat for a while before they met, Night Sky may very well have been drooling.

She also may have been tearing up. "It's great." She murmured, leaning over to kiss Meryl's cheek. "And I'm sure it will taste great, too." She plucked a strawberry from the first basket and took a bite. "You know," and swallowed, "not to bring the mood down, but back home... I was sick for a long time and couldn't taste much. Everything I ate tasted like ash and smelled like nothing. Even if it tasted awful - and I'm sure it won't - it'll be amazing because you made some of it, and I'm glad I can appreciate it properly."