Lancelot laughs again at that, shakes his head a little at the idea. After all, Faolan is right. He couldn't sit back and watch someone struggle in his kitchen. The temptation to help and interfere would be too great.

"I already have the shellfish, and I stocked up for everything else too. So you're stuck with my cooking."

He matches Faolan's wry smile and pats at one of his arms vaguely.

"So I can only hope you went on a starvation diet in preparation. There is plenty of food to get through."