Faolan draws close as Lancelot bids him to, carefully shuffling in to fit against his side as he joins him in peering in at the contents of his fridge. Trying to recall what a paella was -- shellfish was a clue, he remembers a shellfish dish before, at Christmas? And cazuela, that was the one that he'd made him for his birthday last year, wasn't it?

"Salmon sounds good?" he says, after a moment's contemplation. He flicks his eyes towards the other man before leaning against him slightly. He has a feeling that Lancelot's idea of salmon isn't the same as his own though, which is fine. So long as it isn't too spicy, he's sure he'll love it.