[ he immediately smacks her hand with the wooden spoon he's using to stir it ]

Next time someone tells you you need to eat, eat something. Dumbass, you're not magic here.

[ but then he will grin, take an actual spoonful, and give her a bite, wheedling his limbs around appropriately to make space for beau since it's still touchy week. you are welcome into his space. ] ... It's paella. It's not quite done, but if you like it, I won't add any more spices to it. Still needs a couple minutes to cook, but you can tide yourself over with those, for now.

[ ichiro does jerk his thumb over his shoulder to a plate, where the riceballs are, though. ]