Lancelot's suspicions would be right, of course. Faolan is hardly ever in his flat for much more than sleeping there, certainly not for cooking himself any decent meals. All in all, he's honestly rather pleased with the selection of takeaway in the area nearby.

He offers the other man something of a shrug. "Honestly, there are a lot of good choices. Burgers, burritos, Asian..." He pauses, squinting as he tries to recall what else there is that he likes. "A lot of Asian, really. Falafel?" He tilts his head at the other man, questioningly. He'd obviously botched the first restaurant, at least if Lancelot narrows down to the category that he'd be interested in Faolan can deliver from there.