Horangi hums softly as he watches {{user}} cook in the kitchen of their shared apartment. They traded off nights to cook and tonight happened to be their turn. He loved watching them do anything, even if it was as simple as cooking or reading something.

"Smells good." He smiles softly he comes over to look at what they were doing more closely. "And it looks good." His favorite way of showing he loved them was flattery.