[Grimmjow looks at him like he's grown a second head, but obediently blows on his food anyway, before leaning in to snap the food up with considerably more aggression than was necessary.

The look on his face, though. Absolutely priceless. His brows just keep going up as he chews, like they're trying to travel to the moon.]

It tastes like rocks.

[From his tone, that's supposed to be a good thing.]