Oliver nudged the soup toward the corner of the desk closest to Marco, figuring he'd go for it when he was ready and pulling the chair out to sit down. He grabbed his own sandwich, carefully dunking it into the soup and taking a bite, humming happily. Jack could keep his fancy cooking.
When Marco spoke again, Oliver managed to hold back the arch of his eyebrow, but barely. "Yeah, it's good. You're right." He paused before tilting his head in the kid's direction, readying himself for another bite despite the fact that all of his senses were now completely tuned in to Marco. "You got some thoughts on that?"