[Since Leo is incapable of properly tasting the food he prepares, he's mostly been regulated to tasks he can't screw up, like tenderizing meat and chopping up vegetables. He looks up at someone joining the line, pulling out his device so he can understand what he's saying.]
Stew. [There's a pause.] I think.
[He's got no excuse, really. He knows what food ought to look like even if he doesn't actually eat it. As he types out the message, he glances at Kilgrave's shadow. It's a sinful one. Tsk tsk. There's something about being surrounded by food that reminds Leo of his own hunger and he's staring at Kilgrave like he's what's on the menu.]
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Stew. [There's a pause.] I think.
[He's got no excuse, really. He knows what food ought to look like even if he doesn't actually eat it. As he types out the message, he glances at Kilgrave's shadow. It's a sinful one. Tsk tsk. There's something about being surrounded by food that reminds Leo of his own hunger and he's staring at Kilgrave like he's what's on the menu.]