[A look. Cliff stared at Souji, clearly dumbfounded.]

Why's cooking so important? I know a few people who kick me out of the kitchen all the time because they wanna do it on their own.

[He couldn't figure out the reason either. It wasn't like he tried to burn the noodles he was wanted to boil, after all. It just somehow happened when he was busy annihilating squishing the cucumber for the sauce. That was exactly how spaghetti worked, wasn't it?]

Besides, it ain't you're cooking that matters. You're a friend. [He took full advantage of his rights as an old man to reach forward and ruffle Souji's ponytail.]

That's the part that matters.