"I know you don't. But it's what I see. And I think maybe you're a little biased."

Eddie winks at him, trying to move on past his slip, but Cisco isn't letting it go - he asks what he'd been about to say, and Eddie ducks his gaze, chewing at his lower lip for a moment. It takes a bit to formulate how he wants to say it.

In the meantime, he keeps working on food prep, turning on a pot of boiling water, making sure the shrimp are deveined and handled properly.

"Thanks, Cisco. I mean. It's just that I was wondering if you were maybe not totally proud of us, of this."