He nods, “I have. I've made a couple of batches, and they aren't too difficult, as long as you don't burn them.” Itto really is going to embarrass him; he may be able to do all this, but he doesn't think much of it? It's cooking, something he imagines a lot of people can do, though he's lucky in the sense he can do that and bake properly. So, maybe that gives him a slight advantage? Ah. Sizhui's drawn from his thoughts by the arm looping around him, both of his own hands lowering to rest across Itto's thigh. “Yes, I can, and well...” he trails off, considering, his attention lowering momentarily while he does, but he upturns again after deciding, “I could perhaps become an honorary member?”

Being as close as they are, it'd be impossible to ignore his blush or the sheepish way he averts his gaze again, and yet he tries his hardest to meet Itto's eyes before amending, “No, it means something else.” He rolls his lips, wondering exactly how he should explain himself, the faintest smile quirking his lips at the edges. That's terrible, he shouldn't say it, but now he's sort of obligated to make the joke, isn't he? “What if I said I wanted to suck you like a lollipop?” How ridiculous, and he's still smirking despite it.