Faolan accepts the plate from the other man with a nod of thanks, though he doesn't start eating yet. It seems rude, especially since Lancelot is still making food for himself. He glances down at Lily and meets her eyes for a long moment before leaning against the counter beside the other man, considering his words.

"Mmm, maybe not that then," he replies. "Have you tried putting anything on it, yet?" He imagines not, at least not completely. Not unless he's had someone else over in the last day or so to apply it for him.