Emma was used to compliments. She got them day in and day out; most of them empty and simply trying to butter her up, some of them genuine but lacking in actual sincerity. Tony's compliments never failed to make her smile. He didn't have to butter her up, didn't need to play a role or dote on her. He just fired them out like he did his other pieces of brilliance and Emma just smiled.
At the joke and nibble, Emma laughed, her hand shifting to his cheek to stroke over the facial hair for a moment, "Well then, maybe I'll just have to bake you a cake, and then frost it." Teasing was simple and fun, and just a little bit of encouragement was all Emma needed to decided that, yes, this cooking thing was in the bag.
Especially if she just so happened to mix it with some of her other talents.