Sebastian saw Isabelle's cheeks take on a slight pinkish tinge at his compliments. He was feeling that the young woman was in some ways even younger than her birth age. It was not something he thought was a bad aspect to her, but it made her somewhat more sweet, in the old fashioned use of the word. Compared to him, she was petite and delicate, and her reactions to him added a certain charm he was liking.<br/><br/><em>"It's not a waste, it's only a waste when you don't have anyone to cook for at times, I often times find myself making a pie but then there is nothing to do with a whole pie.. But now I can just give them to you...so that they won't be wasted.."</em><br/><br/>He peered down at his belly, a jovial look on his face. "I'm not that skinny, am I?" He had a short laugh, reaching for some of the Beef Wellington. "Besides, the reason I wanted to have lunch with you wasn't because of the food. It was because of the nice young lady who I had an equally nice talk to. I wanted to talk to her again, and get to know you. I have this gut feeling that the person lurking in there," he vaguely pointed at Isabelle, "is someone worth knowing."<br/><br/>He spent the next ten minutes or so sampling the range of food, marveling at just how good it all was. "Good Lord, all of this is fantastic, Isabelle. Why on earth are you -" He pulled himself up before he put his foot in it. "Ahh, what I really mean is all of this is superb. If you ever want to sell anything like this you make, I'll happily supply some floor space for you. Hell, you can even use parts of the kitchen." He washed down the remnants of his last selection, then turned to face Isabelle.<br/><br/>"I am really happy, Isabelle, that you decided to return here. I like you, as a person. I also think that there is a friendship between us waiting to happen. I know it may sound a bit arrogant of me, but... but at times like this, I trust my instincts."<em>'Not to mention years of training and experience too.'</em><br/><br/>"You want to know something funny? I thought you might be afraid that this might have been a formal date. Not that I wouldn't mind dating someone like you, it's just..." The words faded from his mind. "It's just I over think things at times, then let my mouth run off unchecked. I seriously like you, and I didn't want you to think that an older man like me was only interested in you because you're younger, and was interested in something serious. You know, a deep relationship, or... Christ!" He dropped his head into his hands with a groan. He lifted his head up, looking back at Isabelle. "Have I dug a huge hole for myself yet? Or could I dig a little deeper?"