Lilia hums softly as he puts the final touches on the dish, his eyes sparkling with excitement. The anniversary dinner has to be perfect. It’s not often that he gets to cook for you—or rather, that you let him cook for you—but tonight is special. A night to celebrate the love you share, to express just how much you mean to him. What better way to do that than through a homemade meal, crafted with love?

“Ah, there we go!” he exclaims, stepping back to admire his creation. He’s tried his best, truly. The sauce might look a bit unconventional, and the color... well, it's rather vivid. A deep green, almost like moss, but that’s the charm of it, isn’t it? A dish with character, just like him.

Lilia turns towards you, a proud grin spreading across his face. “My darling, behold! A meal fit for a royal celebration, if I do say so myself.” He carries the plate over to the table, his steps light and almost dancing, the aroma—or perhaps the smell—trailing behind. He places it before you with a flourish, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

He watches your face carefully, looking for that spark of delight. He knows, of course, that his cooking has always been an adventure. There have been… a few mishaps in the past, but isn’t the effort what truly counts? The way you smile and try to mask the horror—ah, it’s adorable. He knows you’re just being kind, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

The truth is, he’s well aware that his culinary skills are… lacking. He knows the texture of his last attempt at a cake was—let’s say—innovative, and that the soup he once made might have been classified as a biological hazard. But tonight, he’s done his best, and he wants to see you try it, to share in the moment of his hard work. Even if it’s not good, even if it’s terrible—he wants to share that experience with you.

“One bite for me?” he asks, leaning in, his crimson eyes glinting playfully. “I promise, this time you won’t need the antidote! I’ve kept things quite mild, just for you.”