About as you expect.

I picked at the slightly charred pieces of bacon and soggy yet dry pancakes. (Is that even possible?! I mean really?!)

Gaz was looking at me, possibly with expectation. eyes wide open inspecting my plate.

I gave her a smile, and after summing up enough courage, I inserted a piece the short stack into my mouth.

It...didn't taste as bad as it looked. It was consumable at the least, let's just hope it digests well.

"These are great Gaz, I love a woman who can cook."

She blushed as she poked at her food, "T-Thanks, I figured I'd give it a hand to surprise you." she said hand on her belly.

I grinned as I noticed I was giving her butterflies. But what I didn't expect was her to tightly cross her legs.

I looked at her questionably, "You sure you okay?"

She looked at me frantically, "I'm fine! It's just that...Ugh, can you stop? I..I don't think I can take much more," she said looking down, eyes half squinted, avoiding my own.

Hmmm, I could push harder. But the last thing I need for her to do is overload.