He rolls his eyes around in apparent deep consideration. Then he casually shrugs and yes of course he's going to share his spoils with his closest current ally and helpful competent mechanic.

"Since you asked so nicely." He drops it to the counter top with a very satisfying, heavy smack. The challenge, now, was going to be in the preparation of it. Samus puts his hands on his hips and kind of. Stares at it.

"..."

His suit was still plot device fubar so there'd be no convenient plasma-cannoning it this evening.

"...how good are you at cooking..."