"Order or I can make something," he says noncommittally. He's not married to either plan. It's obvious that he's musing on something for a moment, and then he tilts his head to Bruce again.

"I actually do like cooking," he reassures Bruce. Then his arm gives a little squeeze. "I'm just... good. Right now."

Translation: normally he'd cook without a thought but right now, he'd have to pull himself away from cuddles and he doesn't want to so he'll allow for the mild extravagance. After all, Bruce did have a job.