He pretends to be indecisive, swiveling back and forth with her in his arms, grinning at her as he lets her down, sighing. "The food," he echoes, with a soft laugh as he leans in to kiss her. "I like when you call me Carlito. Makes me think of my family," he murmurs tenderly, bringing her back to the kitchen.

If it weren't for the fact that this is very expensive food, he'd just let it spoil. Still, it's very expensive, but also very good.