"You did," Lancelot corrects, "or you wouldn't have asked. It's fine. There's no harm in being curious, I'm not offended."

He shrugs, serves himself a little extra of the beets before starting to eat the last of his food.

"The pot should still be warm enough if you want some more," he adds, holding out want hand to it after a moment to double check. "Or else there's still cake to go if you have room."