His eyes looking between Cora and Solomon, Ilario tried to work out what secret messages they were trying to pass. He got up and prepared himself some tea while the kettle was boiling. Hawk's little apprentice was probably just reinforcing the point of knowing everything about each of them. Ilario had no intention of betraying his employers at this stage, so if it was meant to be a deterrent, he felt no immediate pressure from it.

Ilario sniffed at the air and considered Isabelle's question. "That would depend on whether dear Vestiago is pouring enough spices into a pot for us all. Otherwise, I assume the larder was not eaten by rats during the night, so the preparation would be down to ourselves." Ilario answered, probably without necessarily needing to. "I can smell the expenses of the ingredients from here. I have not tasted such things since... better times. That is awfully hospitable of you to provide such things, Hawk." For once, the venom in Ilario's words were diminished as he nodded to Hawk with a respectful frown.

As Ilario brought a filled teapot to the table, he glanced up to roughly where the bedrooms were. The sooner Edwin arose, the sooner they could be informed of what exactly they were all doing here. That was, if he hadn't stolen off in the night for whatever reason.