Isabelle suddenly was wondering if she had made enough food for this lunch or not. In all honesty the whole morning had been spent cooking, after she had been told to go home and that was around six in the morning, since then the oven and stove top in her loft had always had something cooking upon it or within. Only one container was removed from the basket before Sebastian placed a hand upon her own halting the action for the time being.<em>"I saw you were not happy, and I thought you could use a hug. I also don't know you well enough to feel comfortable asking you about what happened, particularly when we're having a nice little get together like this. Now, if it is something you want to talk about, I will listen. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. That, Isabelle, is your choice to make. Whatever way is best for you, I will support it. Now that all that has been taken care of, let's get the food out, sit, eat, talk and enjoy each other's company."</em><br/><br/>Closer Sebastian moved to her after he had said his piece, beginning to help her remove container after container from the basket. Isabelle would continue until the basket was finally empty and there was 10 containers of all different sizes upon the table, and two which were covered rectangular baking dishes.<em>"You do know, there is one advantage of picnicking in a bar. What would you like to go with this fine food, Isabelle?"</em>, the question was posed to her but Izzie wouldn't answer right away. She busied herself with removing lids and wrappers as the smell of food over took the room. Shepherd's Pie, Potted Shrimps, Peach Chutney with crackers, Dumplings, Steak and Kidney Pie, Bangers and Mash, Hash; then for dessert there was an Apple pie, Spotted Dick and finally a Lemon Pound Cake. Honestly in Isabelle's mind she hadn't made enough, in reality she had made enough to feed this man for day on end.<br/><br/>Sebastian's question would finally be addressed before remembering there was something in the far back of the basket and it was pulled out, another long pan unwrapped with Beef Wellington.<em>"What about just water with lemon, you don't want to dull out all of the different flavors but you can bring a stout if you wish as well, that should go well with everything but the sweets.."</em>, was said softly, Izzie's mind still upon the food believing it wasn't enough. If she had taken a step away she would have seen that more than half of the table had been covered. When she was happy she enjoyed the cook, when she was sad or depressed Isabelle over cooked; it was more than apparent in that moment to anyone and everyone save for herself.