Only minutes into the meal, Henrik was receiving praises left and right. Tom couldn’t help but feel proud because that was his mate, and he would be the first to admit that whatever his mate cooked would always turn out heavenly. He knew this for a fact, having been there during the years Henrik had spent practicing in the orphanage. See, whenever one or both of them were punished with no supper for the night, they would sneak off to the kitchen to feed themselves. Tom never really acquired the talent for cooking but Henrik did. Henrik had even more time to flourish during their time at Hogwarts where they had planned their dates in the kitchens. Henrik had been close with the house-elves so they had gotten the privacy they wanted more often than not.