"Thanks!" His spongey ego absorbs the compliment effortlessly. "Most of the spices were here when I got here, so whoever actually lives here is responsible." That's a bit of a lie, because he still cooked the food and bought extra spices. But they're supposed to be relaxing, so his ego can go back to its cave for a bit.

"It's called paella, it's from..." He pauses for a moment, blinking his eyes as he realizes he has no idea. "...Somewhere. It's just a rice dish with some veggies, shrimp, and lobster on top." And he sets the pan down in the middle of the table on a wooden trivet. Clonk! But then he starts to head back into the kitchen, because-

"Do you want water, wine, beer, or, like... chocolate milk?" This is the closest he'll get to calling them kid.