He gives her his full attention while she illustrates the thing. The smell is foreign, but not completely unappealing. Sweeney does his best to keep an open mind. Patience is given without hardship, and when she offers the food up, he isn't caught off-guard. It's similar enough to the night before.

Sweeney's mindful to lean in deeply so the spoonful doesn't have to make a long journey. His smile is muted when he opens his mouth to accept it, but starts to return by the time he's chewing. He's not sure he wants this dish all the time, but it's presentable enough, and it makes her happy, which is the important part.

Once he swallows, he picks up his own utensils, ready to try the process for himself. Sweeney's not sure he has the ratio balanced, but there's a little bit of everything on the spoon, so that's some level of success, at least. When he lifts it for her, he cups his other hand beneath, in case he lacks her grace when it comes to reciprocating.

"Like this, yes?"