Robin was a little surprised when Marian led him to the table and served him; he would have been fine dishing himself up. He was going to wait until she had seated herself to eat, but she was watching him expectantly-- nervously? That made him relax even more, and he endeavored to put her at ease, as well.
Taking a bite, he nodded at her, saying with all honesty, "It's excellent. Much would be impressed," he added with a wink. It was good, too; different than he was used to, but not in a bad way. He had been exposed to a variety of foods during his travels, and found that he liked many of them; while he had not thought to complain in camp (except to wind up Much), because having anything to eat at all was a luxury, he missed having a selection in his diet.
This was simply chicken and potatoes, nothing fancy, but it was quite good. "So, I have discovered that you are a skilled cook," he remarked. His eyes twinkling as he regarded her across the small table, he asked, "Do you have any other talents you've been keeping from me?"