Alluka sets her elbows on the counter, rests her chin in her hands, and stares over at Geto. It suuuuuure can be. It's not quite heart eyes she's giving him. It's transitive heart eyes. Seeing the heart eyes he has.

"Salmon! And tuna! And spicy cod roe! With fish flakes!" She starts ticking off her fingers and trying to remember which ingredients go on the outside versus the inside.

Alluka stands up and goes over to the fridge. When she opens it, she stares. It's... full of real food, home cooked food. "Woooow," Alluka says, "You made all this?" She pulls out a juice to pour for herself.