( He pauses at the door to toe off his sliders, uses the edge of his foot to line them up neatly by the door. Then on socked feet he follows Gojo further in, towards the kitchen where he can leave the cupcakes on the side. ) I like noodles more than I like brains, I haven't changed that much. Unless you're telling me you don't like sweets anymore and I have to re-evaluate everything. I thought you'd like these better than flowers.

( One hip against the counter top, cocked very carefully. It feels strange and it doesn't. He isn't sure which he should be more concerned about. That he's a little nervous, or that they can share the space without wanting to kill each other. )

It smells good either way, so I don't think you've chosen wrong.