Faolan was glad that Lucian had seemingly put and end to his pondering and chosen something that the two of them liked. Aurel...hm, Faolan didn't mind the sound of that very much either. Actually, he rather liked it. It suited the boy.

Faolan chuckled and shook his head as he finished the last of his first serving. [color=a36209]"It's only been a day...I suppose you'll be able to give your mind a rest now."[/color] He offered a quick wink to his beloved, but was distracted by Aurel grabbed his attention.

He looked down at the half-full plate, realizing too late that he'd been frowning. Everything in him told him to push the plate back toward the boy and make him finish it, but he resisted the urge. It was what his father would have done. His grandparents had lived through the great Famine of 1845, and had instilled in his father a hatred for waste of any kind. Though Faolan had resisted many of his father's traits, this was one that had been passed down to him. Still, Faolan knew he needed to go easy on the boy...Aurel, so he turned his frown into a smile and took the plate. 

[color=a36209]"Danke,"[/color] he said, in horribly accented German, before he began to eat.