Lucien passes the bowl to Coleman, and hesitates. He looks back towards the kitchen.

"Actually, I should probably help Jackdaw with... dessert. Yes. This is going to take a while." 

He takes his bowl back with him, swearing to himself. Where's he going to pull a bloody dessert from? Almost everything nicer than a cornflour custard is made of perishables, which-

Lucien smiles to himself. [i]Eggnog.[/i] Sugar, eggs, rum (or brandy or both) to flavour and disinfect, and the closest to heavy cream you can get from boiled nuts and cornflour. 

And, of course, whipping and mixing until your arms are about ready to fall off. If anyone tries to bother them again, he can threaten them with meringue duty...

When he's back in the kitchen, Jackdaw's just kind of being very still with half the spoon stuck in her mouth. First thing's first, then, ladle her second helping into her bowl without asking.  

"We could stop here, you know. Or... maybe not here, but somewhere. Somewhere more peaceful, in the up-ahead. If you wanted to, I'd be happy to stop with you. Just as if you want to keep going, I'll keep going with you." Lucien rubs his jaw, and frowns when his fingertips scrape stubble. An annoying symptom of a too-long day. "No matter what you decide. Either way, how good are you at seperating eggs?"