"Don't usually get the chance to cook." Gladio admitted once the things were away and he was able to turn to face Quatre. He had a cloth in his hands that he used to dry them. "Well, when I was back home I'd help my little sister. But mostly not. I enjoy it from time to time though." He smiled, happy that Quatre and several others had come by to have some and even happier that they seemed to enjoy it. Noct would be glad to know that as well. But maybe if people actually liked his style of cooking he would do it more often?