Ianto shot Sulu a look that clearly said not to push it at the same time that Jack turned to send a look of his own, that just dared him to keep insulting the food that Jack had spent...yeah, alright, all of maybe 10 minutes, not even, making. Still, though. "Careful there, Lieutenant," he said, the look not leaving his face. "It isn't exactly wise to insult the chef, especially before he's even served you yet."

Jack moved, dishing out the food equally between the three plates. "For that," he said, "you're going to have to finish it, even if you don't like it. Because squelchy or not, it is food, and it's the only thing I'm making tonight, so you're going to eat it and enjoy it, too. Are we clear?" he asked, shooting Sulu another look that did say that he was joking, sort of. He really would bully him in to eating it all if he didn't like it, though. Because...really, it was the sour cream. Any sort of food that had sour cream sauce made that sound. Jack was proud of his concoction, and would swear by it, and yes, even if it did make some interesting sounds when he stirred it, it still would taste just the same.

"Here," he said, handing him two plates, one for Sulu himself and the other for Ianto, and sticking forks into the noodles in both of them, "serve."