[ Hunk blushes at the mention of a dinner date, and his only response for a few seconds is an awkward, sheepish chuckle. ]

I'd, uh... have to get asked first. [ But he shrugs all that off, and after a breath reverts back to his typical demeanor. ]

The closest I've gotten is cooking Earth food for a meeting of alien diplomats. [ And then he looks off-screen. ] Defending the universe was a pretty busy job.