[Diarmuid smiles more candidly at that, pleased despite the concerning sound.]

Well, you're in luck today. I happen to have just the meal to appease your restless stomach.

[Ah, the joys of listening to a medieval teenager chattering. He sees the sink, of course, and wishes both his hands were freed up enough that he could help wash them up before he leaves; this cast has been a thorn in his side.]

I do apologize at how uneven the bread is, though... it had been particularly unpleasant an effort, to knead and bake bread with one arm held aside.