Faolan huffs out a breath of a laugh at the question and shakes his head slightly, his forehead still pressed against Lancelot's as he does.

"I haven't," he admits, sheepishly. "You don't have to, we can order takeaway if you'd rather. I know that you weren't expecting..." To have to cook for two. Not that this is the first time that he's just stopped by unannounced, of course, but he's been at least trying to make more of an effort to plan ahead these days.

"Or..." he says, after a moment's consideration. "I... Could help?"