"That's me, proper gentleman." Bryn followed Lucy, setting the bottle of cider on the table. He was about to help her with the vase of flowers when she managed to avoid dropping them. "If you ever want to take up waitressing, I could give you a few tips," he teased.
Bryn shrugged. "I haven't reached my cheese limit yet. But a change is always good." He settled himself comfortably in his chair, able to get a better look at the food now. "So what have we got here."