Blueblood: Breakfast! I slaved over a hot stove for over a hour to make you a delicious meal for you. (puppy dog eyes) Do you like it?
Flash: …Y-es, of course. Thanks, babe, I appreciate it.
Blueblood: [arrogant huff] But of course! Only the best from me and for you. Be sure to eat up. I have plenty more where this came from!
Flash: Sweet Celestia, save me… [takes hesitant bite]