"Of course it is!" Set seems to be preening a bit though it is ruined by the flour in his hair and what looks to be chocolate streaking his cheek. "Did you really doubt?"

"I doubted," Dia states mockingly. "I look at what is left of my kitchen and wonder how anything edible came out of that."

"And yet I see you eating it," Set smirks leaning in to snitch a bite of food from Dia's plate. "Eh, I've done better."

"You didn't actually set your hair on fire this time. That's the difference," Dia states, swatting Set's hand away as he reaches in to steal another bite. "The cooking gods didn't get their sacrifice."