Hardison does not have the disposition to cook well. He's too focused on gadgets and tricks and hacks and the new, latest thing; it's something Eliot loves about him deeply, but it also means that even though Hardison has learned to cook things that are edible and even good, it's not something that they can really share.

But Parker—Parker will stand in the kitchen with him and listen and watch, her sharp eyes catching every one of his movements and her sharp mind cataloguing everything that he says; she learns to see the beauty in it, just like he does, and the joy on her face when he and Hardison moan over her chicken parmesan is worth a hundred priceless paintings.