"Why do you end up in the infirmary so much?" He's both curious and worried. Ilya has practice with heavy telekinesis, and he figures that might be enough to keep him from being hurt. Dolemeck doesn't have the heavy duty stuff, and while his fine control is enviable and impressive, it probably doesn't lend itself to protective moves as easily.

Ilya laughs at the smiley face and immediately covers his mouth with his hand, not wanting to seem rude. It's cute, is all. "This is really nice of you. I mean it. I can't cook or bake to save my life - I should probably try and learn that too, while I'm here. I'll make you some Siberian food some time, if I can find the ingredients." Then he very carefully took his fork and took a bite, almost apprehensive.

Chocolate was every bit as good as he'd heard, and he shut his eyes and just focused on it, like it was delivered directly here from Heaven. "Vkusno! This is - I - um." He blushes, realizing he must look like a country bumpkin getting excited over food like this, but he likes it too much to apologize, for once.