Felix approves. He picks a variety of fresh fruits to experiment with.

Aaren is delighted! And provides plenty of advice!

Eventually: the flapjack is ready to go in the oven, and what they've made is ready to come out and be tasted.

Nom.

As they say on Earth, nom.

Slightly hesitant nom, but nom nonetheless.

Aaren tries a little bit from every pair, and declares himself impressed!

Ima beams, feeling very proud.

Felix is sure enjoying himself.

"Well then. Will you have me back?" Aaren's tone is light, almost teasing.

"Definitely, your cooking is delightful."

"You did a lot of the hard work here!"

"His cooking is the best. Maybe. Aunt Ange's is great as well. Hard to pick a best..."

"So many good cooks, are you hoarding them all?"

Inara giggles. "Trying certainly. I do like to share with my friends though."

"Cool, because sharing is caring."

Inara gives him a coy, and slightly arch smile. "In more than one way."

Aaren groans good-naturedly. "Ina. Please."

Feliaris giggles a bit nervously, but gives her his trademarked smile.

Ima, way in the back, whispers to Parafi. "I bet that they are going to get married."

...He's not entirely sure of the exact meaning of that, but he gives a slight grin.

"They are cute together." Ima says, and then shrugs. "This was fun."

"Yeah," Parafi agrees. "It would be nice to do things like this more?"

"Yes. I am totally going to sign up for real."

"-Yeah, I think I will as well."

All of that is very delightful. They can settle things with Aaren in that case.

And make some preparations.