"You don't owe me a thing," Lancelot chides, "I have done this because you are my friend. Because I knew you'd probably not had a chance with your assignment, and because you deserved a little downtime. If you've enjoyed it at all then I have done my job. Now, try eating your rather than poking it. Even better that way, I promise you."

He lofts an eyebrow at Faolan, lets his expression settle into a warm smile before going back to working his way through his food.

"Still have to eat this first before the cake comes out."