[Faintly, Dimitri thinks that he cannot break down here. They have a task that they should all be doing, and that he interrupted Ashe from his own, and also he is being watched by all those lenses.]

[Still. His eye aches, and Dimitri has to cast his gaze downwards for a moment so that he can blink a few times and fight it back.]

...Thank you, Ashe.

[Many days, he wonders what on earth he could have done to earn such loyalty from such good people.]

I cannot help with cooking, or any such aspect, but if there is any other way I can help you here...