My big fat mouth

Me: "...these are really nice knives!"
Steve: "Umm...thank you!"
Me: "So do you eat out often or..?"
Steve: "No, no I cook...nothing much, but..."
Me: "Oh, really! I was under the impression that you don't cook..."
Steve:"Really? Who told you that?"
Me:"Well this other time Ben was telling me that your roommate cooked for the dinner party you had...and he sort of gave me the impression that you don't cook very much at all..."
Steve: "Well...!No I do cook. Why whould he say that? Well that time my roommate helped out...but I do cook!"

......(2 hours later)

Ben: "Oh hey, listen, Phil, Steve and I want to invite you and Mike over for dinner sometime. When's good for you?"
Me:" Oh, um...I don't know yet, email me. Will you guys... Steve? yeah? Ok, Steve, need us to bring anything/help out?"
Ben: Oh no. It won't be much...nothing fancy....yeah [chuckle, knowing look, smirk]."
Steve [by the door]: "Oh...Ben what did you mean by that?"
Ben: "Uhh what?"
Steve: "Did you tell Phil that I can't cook? No...yes.. you did...you told him at some point that I can't cook."
Ben: "I....don't recall that....at all."
Me: "Oh um...shit...um...no, well no Ben didn't say that, I just understood it...."
Ben/Steve (simultaneously): "No/yes/ no I didn't say that/yes you did/ what's wrong with my cooking/I don't recall/what/hold on....."
Ben [chuckling, to me] :"Ayyy...ya, No I don't recall....[phil] you rat....Ok bye guys! See you later!"
[door shuts]

.....in the corridor [overheard]: Steve: [mumble mumble...]"I do cook."