Not in the least. If anything, I'll bet you could make improvements on it.

[But he'll worry about that recipe for another time. For now, Obsidian is set on cleaning his plate off and emptying his cup of the delicious blend of tea made for him. It's a black tea, Obsidian thinks, but for all of his time spent in Ishgard he has no idea about propriety or knowing the difference other than flavor. So he just trusts Byleth to know what he likes, which he does.

He lets out a satisfied sigh when he's finished.]

I'd have to say my verdict is terribly delicious. I wager your other friends will enjoy it.