He catches his fingers through Faolan's and gets to his feet, Lily jumping to hers in the process and escorting them both through to the kitchen.

"Well, you still haven't told me what you're in the mood for. I have some salmon, chicken, lamb... eggs obviously, if you'd rather none of the previous."

Reaching the fridge he tugs it open and leans against the wall beside it, drawing Faolan closer as he frowns at the contents.

"About the only thing I can't do is anything like a real paella, I haven't any shellfish. I could make you cazuela but... normally you'd marinate things, cook it slowly. So it might not be as good as before."