Once he'd been reassured that Ernie wasn't about to keel over, Theo was able to relax a little more.
He smiled a little to hear that Ernie cooked like he did for his mother, even though he wasn't really able to relate, not when his mother was a gap in a lot more than just his life. "What's your favourite?" he asked, curious. "Is your favourite dish to cook the same as your favourite dish to eat?" he queried next, thoughtfully, intrigued as to this factor. He barely liked anything he cooked or ate and so he couldn't apply the question to himself.