"Uuh-" he warbled, pausing for a moment in the motions of removing the lid of the pot to think about that possibility. "I've watched my Ma do it for years, but uh.. I only ever help, or make really simple stuff. Nothin' too showy. I'm probably way better at tasting than I am cooking!" Another wide grin, and he seemed to snap out of his moment of stillness.

He upturned the little bowl, removed the lid and unhooked the little lunch-spoon from it's handy perch on the side of the large bowl. Oh yes, he'd come prepared.

It smelt amazing, full of spice and heavenly light, but with enough body that it wouldn't just go straight through you. Kiba's mouth was actually kind of watering as he handed it over.