Sulu was equally as apprehensive, but he hid it well - he could handle pretty much any amount of garlic, really, even if it would make kissing Ianto later a pain (unless he ate just as much, of course), and the sauce... didn't seem to have enough cream or whatever made it less like a block of cheese than it was originally, but it couldn't be that bad.

"I'll take care of it," he said, taking his own plate and dishing up a decent heap of slowly-looking-worse alfredo. He gave Ianto a look. "Well?" he asked, nodding to the table before moving towards it, "You ready to taste... whatever this has turned into?"