Lewis ate, loving and savouring every bite.

Pleased, Chris ate as well, admiring Lewis and patting himself on the back for the accomplishment.

Once he had finished, Lewis leaned back in his chair. "My compliments to the chef. Is there anything you can't do?"

Blushing as he finished, a smile crept up to his features, "I name a few things" he said with a laugh before excusing himself to clear the table. He only took a few of the plates away, but when he returned, it was with two small dishes, each containing a serving of triffle. "I made dessert too" he said with wink.

"You are just wonderful... Trifle is my favourite food ever, you know."

"Why do you think I made it" he added, sitting down again, beginning to eat the sweet dessert. "I thought you deserved a little something after having had a pretty lame time yesterday, with the whole Diana thing and me being a little too... panicky."

"Listen, Kitten... About yesterday. I really shouldn't have reacted like that. Cole is absolutly pissed."

"Oh... that can't mean good things for you" he said with a hurt look, "and while I didn't exactly agree with the course of action you chose to take... it was understandable. How's your hand by the way, you weren't lying when you said you had a good hook."

"Its fine, thank you for asking. Anyway, if your finished, i'll help you clear away. It's the least i can do."

He nodded, getting up and beginning to take some of the meal to the kitchen, instructing his friend on what to take. In the cooking area, he began to run some hot water in the sink for the plates, clearing them and putting them in the dishwasher. "You're a good busboy" he joked.