"Oohoo food! Oh, Marc, it smells amazing." Of course, leave it to Steven to just compliment everyone and make them out to be the world's greatest whatever it is they were working on. He'd sing Marc's praises all the time if it didn't make him so visibly uncomfortable.

"Well..." Normally he'd go out for a date. He can't imagine bringing someone to his flat and cooking for them, much as he loves his own place. This does feel like being invited to Marc's place though and having Marc cook for him. They don't have to be dressed to the nines for that.

"Yeah. If you'll have some, I think it does. Why? Is something supposed to happen once we go on a certain number of dates?" Nobody really explained how this works to him. He can count the number of second dates he's had on one hand.