The easiness in sliding herself in closer to him until she sat close at his side reminded her of why she wanted to broach that delicate subject that had been weighing on her mind. Soon, in fact.She reached for a skewer of the chicken, tearing a piece of meat off to dip it into the peanut sauce before popping it into her mouth, nodding. She chewed and swallowed before she spoke, bumping her shoulder against his with a small smile. "You deserve it, it's your birthday." She licked a smudge of sauce off her fingers and wondered with no little amusement if her fantastic reflexes would ever triumph over the messy nature of the sauce. "I love to cook but it isn't ever as satisfying to cook for one, no."