[ By his desk, he plants one hand down flat on the surface and bends a little at the waist to scrawl out a few ideas on ratios. They're just top-of-mind concepts so he doesn't forget later, ultimately what really matters is just the ingredient itself. He can figure it out from there.

Once he's got a few laid out he looks over, flicking his head to send his hair out of his face absently. ]

I seriously can't believe I've been doing this for fucking weeks and you probably just cracked it with a lucky guess.

[ Some people might sound annoyed, maybe he feigns it a little, but really his tone is clearly half amused and half impressed. He underscores it by flopping his notebook closed audibly, but he carries it with him back to the couch on the off chance Nate has any other revolutionary ideas. ]