[Flavius beamed at the compliment while Newt just smiled.]

So it seems.

[Taking a seat at the table and allowing his moogle to settle on his lap, Newt allows Flavius the first taste before trying some of it himself. It's delicious, not that he had expected it to be bad, even if there's a faint odd taste that he can't quite place--what is a Hi-Potion??--and the wizard takes another bite before glancing at Papyrus.]

You really are quite the chef. This is wonderful, my friend.

Famphasfic!

Flavius, don't speak with your mouth full.