[ No surprise there. It makes his other preferred dishes make a little more sense, and Allen notes that for later. For now he just pulls back to smile at Shouto, soft and knowing. Entirely comfortable with where he is in absolutely every sense of the word. ]

It's more fun to do together, isn't it?

[ He reaches to brush back some of the hair from his eyes, his own grey ones softening as he touches Shouto's cheek fondly. ]

I can make soba. Christmas should be about having the foods we look forward to the most, right? And then something else for later.

[ Stew, maybe... for some reason, that's the nostalgic thing that's lodged in his head. Well, that he can actually make and there's ingredients for. Trench in winter isn't all that known for its variety of produce. Or even meats.

His lips quirk in a small smile though, bright-eyed as he leans in to very nearly touch his nose to Shouto's, smiling almost against his lips but not quite, and looking so subtly pleased with himself. ]

And maybe make those cookies after all.

[ It will probably end in flat, burnt disaster but it could be fun. ]