Ivan stepped back out of the collision zone. "Yevgeny...," he sounded absolutely romanticized, making grabby hands for the bowl before snatching it away and taking a whiff.

"Smells good...," Ivan scooped up a spoonful to try. As his lips closed around the metal handle, and Ivan pulled out the utensil from between his lips--he smiles broadly, chewing, swallowing licking his lips.

"Mmm...Delicious!"

And then began shoveling the rest away.