A brilliant deduction on your part. [It's not even as cutting as it can be, look at that. Now that he's away from the humiliation that is known as the cuisine rencontre, he finds this more amusing than irritating.]
How offensive it must be for you, to have me eat meals prepared by someone else. [Crosses his arms and sighs.] I suppose I'll have to fend for myself, just for today. However, don't make the mistake in thinking that you won't need to make this up to me. I want cake, lots of cake, when you're on your feet again. And clot cream with scones, sugared plum and sponge cake with strawberry conserve. All drizzled with chocolate, of course. [Side-squints at Sebastian.] Are you getting any of this?