Isabelle continued to remove a seemingly never ending stream of containers and bakeware from the basket. Sebastian was surprised at not just the quantity, but range of food on offer. At his estimation, there was enough there to feed five people or more.<em>'Maybe she's used to cooking large batches. But from the look of it, the serving sizes aren't that big. Compensating? No, diversion and escapism.'</em><br/><br/>Once the lids came off, the aromatic symphony was almost overwhelming. It felt like he had stepped back home into his mum's kitchen on several days all rolled into one. He bent over the containers, letting the aroma of one dish finally win out against the rest. By the time he had managed to smell everything on offer, his mouth was watering strongly.<br/><br/><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><br/><br/>Sebastian laughed a little at her suggestion, ceasing it when he saw the look on her face as she reviewed the food on offer. He was starting to get concerned over the way she was focusing on the food as if there was something wrong. He reached out, gently taking hold of her shoulders and turned her to face him. He gave her a moment to hopefully look up at him.<br/><br/>"Isabelle... you have outdone yourself with all of this. You've got enough food here to feed us for an entire day, easily. Thank you. It is very sweet that you made up foods that remind me of home. Please, sit down while I get our drinks. You can start without me, I wont be offended."<br/><br/>He quickly walked out, filling a pitcher with water, and a little ice. He squeezed a half lemon into it, giving it a stir. Before heading back into the room with his lunch partner, he filled a pint glass with a traditional English ale. Once back in the room, he took a seat beside Isabelle, pouring her a glass of water.<br/><br/>"Of course, you have given me quite a dilemma now. Where to start?" But rather than waste time, he reached for the crackers and chutney. He took one and scooped up some of the chutney. His eyes drifted partially closed as he slowly ate the initial sample of Isabelle's lunch. The taste was sublime and he wanted nothing more than for the taste to stay there forever. A second and a third followed, each slowly consumed with a showing a great pleasure. "Ohhh, these are delightful. You made this yourself?" Waving the fourth cracker at the slowly diminishing chutney. "In some ways, I think its a damned waste you being here, but then I'm not going to complain." He gave her a soft, almost shy look. "I haven't had such good company in many a year."