Sure enough Lancelot pushes Faolan back into his chair, hand on his shoulder to hold him there a second.
"You're my guest, Faolan. Let me."
He picks up Faolan's dish, washes up everything and moves the cazuela off the table. There's enough left that they could have some tomorrow for lunch or some-such, it will keep a little while and he can always refresh it. Drying off his hands he pads around a while, digging in a drawer for what appear to be matches then two small plates
A moment later he's slide a coffee and walnut cake onto the table, a single candle standing in the middle of it already lit. He sets down the small plates and cutlery beside Faolan, stays behind him with his hands on the man's shoulders.
"Happy birthday," he whispers, as if not wanting to break the moment with anything louder. "Now, think of a wish."
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"You're my guest, Faolan. Let me."
He picks up Faolan's dish, washes up everything and moves the cazuela off the table. There's enough left that they could have some tomorrow for lunch or some-such, it will keep a little while and he can always refresh it. Drying off his hands he pads around a while, digging in a drawer for what appear to be matches then two small plates
A moment later he's slide a coffee and walnut cake onto the table, a single candle standing in the middle of it already lit. He sets down the small plates and cutlery beside Faolan, stays behind him with his hands on the man's shoulders.
"Happy birthday," he whispers, as if not wanting to break the moment with anything louder. "Now, think of a wish."