There's a slight blur, and Xel puts a plate down on the table before him.
"It's just what I need," he beams at her, "to collect new recipes in, and much more lovely than one has a right to expect from such a useful object. But I'm not so enterprising, in truth--although I do love to have a restaurant, financial support from my Order being what it isn't, it was Iago-san's thought to open one now." He nods at the bar.