Ben grinned up at Ronan. "I'll make you a bag," he said, heading back into the kitchen. He didn't actually have a bag, but there was a basket his mother had given him in case he ever wanted to have a picnic. He'd never used it, but it would work for this instance.
He made up a couple of plates of the left overs, mostly muffins and fruit, knowing that Ronan wouldn't take it all. Everything went into the basket, and he carefully sliped the potion in there hiding it under a pile of napkins.
"You can get the basket and plates back to me whenever," Ben said, turning around and holding the basket out to Ronan. "You know where I live. And where I work." He just hoped that Ronan wouldn't make a big deal about borrowing the items.