[Hanzo opens his mouth but shuts it immediately when Zenyatta's extra "hand" catches his face in it. He simply sighs in defeat, pressing his face against the attention. Whether or not the monk is able to feel anything against the hardlight projections is unknown to him, but he can certainly feel and appreciate the contact.]

You as well.

[It's always a pleasure to see Zenyatta. Like a glimpse of sunlight on a rainy day.]

It smells delicious. You really should not have. [Not only is he capable of cooking for himself, but he hates the idea that he's made himself a burden to the monk, even if he'd never say so himself.] But, still, thank you. I have not had the energy to do much cooking myself.