You know that thing where a cat will bring you dead animals because it's trying to teach you, a furless dumdum cat baby, how to hunt? Matt doesn't, because his mother never let them have pets as kids. But a more savvy observer may be struck by the similarities.

"... Ah." Matt turns to face his new drinking buddy, an answering smile making his own lips quirk. He can't help it; she looks so pleased with herself. "I did, yeah. Thank you."

In the spirit of full disclosure, he adds, "Well, I was trying to see how specific it can get. It's done some really good regional dishes from my home planet." A wave encompasses the barely-touched sticky rice. "But this is--pretty far afield from what I was aiming for."