Faolan nods slightly, smiling slightly, finding himself a little embarrassed at how much he is hanging on to the other man's reactions. "Tonight," he agrees. "It's supposed to go with just about anything. Even a good dessert." He'd made sure to pick a good white. Not too dry, not too sweet that it couldn't go with a dinner, and not too strong that the flavor would overpower whatever it was paired with. He'd had excellent advice to work from, after all.

"Lily can have some of the biscuits then too," he offers, before glancing at Lancelot. "If they meet your approval, that is. A treat for us all."