Faolan tosses a glance at the other man over his shoulder and a smile that suggests no, he hasn't eaten himself, and yes, he probably would pull something like that. He never has been very good at taking care of himself. But he's determined to be good at taking care at Lancelot when he needs him, at least.

"I'll find something," he says, stirring the pot some more before letting the liquid settle to see how fast it's heating. "Let's get you settled first." Don't make him multitask, in other words. Then he really might burn down your kitchen. Yes, with soup. Don't look at him like that, Lancelot, stranger things have happened.