You would know more if Sanji had taught you, or if you had had to cook since a young age. By the time Shun was born and my mother died I already knew my way around the kitchen even if poorly.

[He simply hums at her attempt to reach a middle ground for the argument about who has better skills. It's certainly an idea he can't really argue with, so he settles with just finally digging into his own slice of tart.

He smiles as she tastes the tea as well before shaking his head.]

Not at all, it's a good match but not perfect. It's the company what makes it perfect.