"Kitchen magic. Absolutely. I don't mind." He had, admittedly, looked more than a little askance at tofu the first time it had worked its way onto his plate, but (as with most things) a little bravery and the passage of time had fixed it up for him. He'd decided eventually that it belonged in the 'squash' category of vegetables, and that was that. He sat, leaning over the table for a moment with undisguised pleasure to smell everything, leaving enough room between them that they wouldn't have to knock elbows. "I don't think I can help with happy chickens - I'm not sure I'd believe anyone who said they had been, anyway." He presented one of the bottles he'd brought, turning in a bit closer to face him. He wasn't generally choosy at all about alcohol, but he'd figured it was his birthday. He could splurge. "Good, yeah?"