A warm blush creeps up behind his ears followed with the tug of a small smile as he picks up his taco - tucking the tortilla tight. "Thanks, I uh... I don't really do this much so it's nice to know I'm doing something right."

He lets out a somewhat sheepish chuckle and then holds up the taco (in his specially designed elbows out, shirt back position for eating food that may be drippy in expensive shirts) and takes a large bite - watching for Nancy's initial reaction to the new flavors.