[The occupation of both of Zenyatta's hands does not prevent him from reaching for Hanzo with a third as he enters, cupping his cheek with a ghostly hardlight hand for a few moments to savour smooth skin and silky beard, his thumb skirting the fullness of his lower lip.]

It is so good to see you.

[- dearheart, he almost adds. But there is still part of him that dare not risk overfamiliarity, even if it feels to him like the most natural thing in the world.]

Here.

[Moving ahead, he places the pot down in the kitchen and removes the lid to a fragrant puff of steam.]

I have not had a chance to seek a second opinion, given the ingredients I had to substitute, but I am fairly confident in its quality.