There might be a returning quip concerning his brilliant ideas, but it never makes it past the inception stages. Balthier raises his eyebrows in an expression that's a bit more genuine than he usually exhibits, looking over in the direction of the kitchen. Jack had said he'd fix something, but Balthier had with complete honesty only anticipated maybe one of those curious Earth sandwich things; not for any critique of Jack's affection, but because it's late, it's abrupt, and he's appearing injured and exhausted on his doorstep, already having imposed on his hospitality quite a lot.

"Dead," he begins, because it's actually a concern in Ivalice, but then amends: "Rare, I suppose, or whatever's the tradition with what you're cooking." A beat. "You're cooking for me?" It's not shock in that This is suddenly weird way, but more in the sense that Balthier seems almost charmed. This isn't really something that's done, where he's from; food is communal, if it isn't cooked by an innkeeper or, if you grew up in a certain fashion, a servant. There are no grocery stores in the land of dragons and airships. It's actually quite intimate, though he knows from experience in other Earth-styled cities that it's probably not the case, for Jack.

Still.