[ His eartips might turn a little pink at the effusive compliments. Still, he can tell that Gil is putting on a little show here, like a kid trying to impress a crush.

Ah, he thinks, so that's what this is.

He smiles a little as he takes a bite of rice. His own box, of course, being simply that and the apples. No meat. ]

No need for that stare, Saber. I know I'm here to work. I'll do what I have to.

[ In this case: eat.

He goes on, mildly. ]

You should visit, though. I'll make whatever you want.

[ He jabs a thumb at Gil. ]

And he'll help.