"No, no, you're here now -- may as well sit. I don't mind company."

He opens a cupboard and digs a moment, finally tugs out a packet of spaghetti and gestures to Faolan with it.

"This fine with you? It's just carbonara, nothing fancy. Just tell me how hungry you are. If you're bringing me presents the least I can do is feed you."

He flashes a smile, starting to open the packet regardless. Even if Faolan really doesn't want any, after all, he's still got to cook some for himself.