"Um." The cook is a better idea, but today he does not need a feast. Instead he simply wants to eat and she's present while the cook is not.

"You will do. I do not require anything fancy." He goes over to where he'd left an outer robe last night, looking it over before yanking it on. They don't have company. They don't have expectations. Without duty he's lost.

He sighs heavily as he plops down on a barrel. "What does one do with extra time in the south?"