He's not at all surprised, in all honesty he didn't really need to ask -- but it was both polite and it worked as hoped, distracting Faolan from his line of inquiry. He tips a last few things into the pan for a few seconds of frying before turning off the heat and beginning to plate up some of it for them.

"There's plenty more," he adds, "if you decide you're still hungry. You mentioned you'd like to talk about something, though...?"

Lancelot sets down a plate for Faolan and jogs an eyebrow questioningly, leaving it up to him if he'd prefer to defer whatever that topic is until after he's eaten or launch into it now.