When E.v.a finally finished the meal, Kaede snapped out of the trance that he'd fallen into. "Oh? Is it done?" He didn't comment on the smell or the look of the food, not being interested in praising the quality of it. After all, food was food. What mattered was that it was food that was ready to eat. And yet...it was a little nice. As he took a bite of the pasta, he couldn't help a faint smile, perhaps because it was E.v.a that made the dish for him despite the fact that she was a robot and didn't need to eat herself. Such a useless and charming thing this was.

Kaede dropped his gaze, realizing that he couldn't ignore E.v.a's efforts. "That is, I guess it's fine if we do things like this every now and then. Since it makes you pleased," he murmured before tucking in another bite just to hide the hint of awkwardness in his voice. Ah really, no one said he was good at displaying his emotions. It should be enough that he was at least trying.