They had been stuck rooming together, even though one of them claimed he didn't trust the other one at all.
But, amazingly, Genis said, "Um…Regal?"
In his bed, Regal said, "Yes, Master Sage?"
Genis said, hesitantly, "That Beef Stew you cooked for supper earlier tonight…"
"Yes? What about it?"
"It was really great. What's your secret?"
"Not too much Purple Satay, and slice the carrots and mushrooms thinly." Regal said.
Genis beamed. "Thanks!"
Regal sensed Genis' dislike towards him was fading. He used a well-tested tactic. "I've noticed your cooking is also magnificent. What's your own secret?"
"Cooking temperature," Genis said. "Everything tastes better if you cook it at exactly the proper heat."
Regal tilted his head. "How do you gauge it?"
Genis had to think about it. "Well..uh…I can sense the mana from the fire burning…and I can tell how hot a fire is by the amount of mana it's releasing."
Regal was genuinely interested. "That's fascinating! I never considered that! Genis, what exactly does it…feel like to sense mana?"
"Well…" he considered it. "It's sorta like…"
The scene fades out as the two discuss cookery and life in general.