It's good that Xander likes it, because Viktor feels like a complete mess. He's trying to muddle through bravely, though, rather than dissolve into a puddle of anxious apologies for being so bad at this.

So he places his hand on the blanket behind Xander, the better to lean toward him.

Viktor's eyes widen slightly as he looks at the strawberry, almost cross-eyed.

"Good," he breathes, very quietly. His eyes meet Xander's again, now unblinking as he bites into the berry.