When she rolls off to stand, Lalo feels a slight pang of disappointment, but he's still grinning. Weird that he'd feel that way. He won, right?

He jumps up. Vibrating in the back of his mind is still Hector, Tuco, and a million strangers he sees no reason he should be forced to give this much of a shit about. Briefly, a memory of flames dances through his mind. He forces it down.

"That's what they'll all say! Trust me, it'll knock your socks off." He stands up, getting a few pans out -- cast iron and a skillet. "We don't have a lot of options here for flavor, so! You gotta make it taste good with technique." He looks over to where Chloe is sitting, and for a moment he just glows. He's so happy to finally be cooking for somebody besides himself!