"You can have whatever you want with it, in truth. I won't judge."
Uncovering the stew he stirs it, hunts for a spoon to taste a little. It seems fine, he thinks, so he stirs through to make sure everything is cooked -- reaches out sideways vaguely to hit a button on the front of the coffee machine to start it warming up. It begins to whirr its way through a cleaning cycle while Lancelot turns off the heat on the hob and take something out of the oven. There's a moment of quickly re-arranging things in a small amount of space and then he's bringing the heavy pot over and setting it in a pile of mats, quietly whispering hot to warn Faolan off touching it before grabbing smaller containers of sides -- beets, beans, corn on the cob. He vanishes away again then re-appears with some slices of warm French bread, sets it down and shuffles things on the table before bringing over two dishes and some cutlery.
"You can have as much as you want," he says, beginning to stir through the pot to bring things up to the surface. It's a thick, translucent broth -- pieces of beef and potato in it, pumpkin, onion, celery and leeks -- all sorts of things, including a little bit of rice it looks like. Edging Faolan's dish closer he begins to serve some out for him carefully.
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Uncovering the stew he stirs it, hunts for a spoon to taste a little. It seems fine, he thinks, so he stirs through to make sure everything is cooked -- reaches out sideways vaguely to hit a button on the front of the coffee machine to start it warming up. It begins to whirr its way through a cleaning cycle while Lancelot turns off the heat on the hob and take something out of the oven. There's a moment of quickly re-arranging things in a small amount of space and then he's bringing the heavy pot over and setting it in a pile of mats, quietly whispering hot to warn Faolan off touching it before grabbing smaller containers of sides -- beets, beans, corn on the cob. He vanishes away again then re-appears with some slices of warm French bread, sets it down and shuffles things on the table before bringing over two dishes and some cutlery.
"You can have as much as you want," he says, beginning to stir through the pot to bring things up to the surface. It's a thick, translucent broth -- pieces of beef and potato in it, pumpkin, onion, celery and leeks -- all sorts of things, including a little bit of rice it looks like. Edging Faolan's dish closer he begins to serve some out for him carefully.