"A sock monster, eh? Well I will have to do a sweep of the place and find some way to lure it into the open for a proper ambush then. Maybe a twelve pack of new socks would do the trick as bait." Oh he tried so hard to keep a straight face while talking about trapping a sock monster. Yet after just a few seconds that cheesy grin was already appearing across John's lips again. The question of his confidence and worry over the meal was met with a slight shrug before the Space Marine took another bite of his own food, and finally chimed in anew after he finished chewing. "I wouldn't call it worry, exactly. Just a desire to see you happy, Doc."
When she started to thank him, and attempt to find a decent word for their exchange, a dark blush touched John's cheeks and here couldn't stop himself from chuckling once again. "I'm glad you enjoyed it...I certainly did too." Grimm nearly choked on a bit of food when she teased him with her last remark, and that wry smile of hers only caused the flush of his skin to darken further. "Right, well...I...I'll do my best to handle whatever you want, Doc."