Faolan smiles to himself as he heads in the right direction now that he knows where to go, and pretends that he doesn't have to stretch to reach the bowl on the top of the stack either.
Once he has it down, he takes the pot over to the sink and just pours. Perhaps someone with a little more finesse in the kitchen might have gone for a ladle or something, but Faolan would not be one of those people. And anyway, the sink is for if he spills it, which he doesn't incidentally. Setting the bowl on the counter, he digs for a soup spoon before carrying both over to place before Lancelot on the table. All while managing not to trip and spill it all over the white dog.
"Soup's up," he says. "It isn't anything fancy. But it's what you'd expect it to be."
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Once he has it down, he takes the pot over to the sink and just pours. Perhaps someone with a little more finesse in the kitchen might have gone for a ladle or something, but Faolan would not be one of those people. And anyway, the sink is for if he spills it, which he doesn't incidentally. Setting the bowl on the counter, he digs for a soup spoon before carrying both over to place before Lancelot on the table. All while managing not to trip and spill it all over the white dog.
"Soup's up," he says. "It isn't anything fancy. But it's what you'd expect it to be."