James moved off Paul only to pull the basket over to them, before he settled back easily in front of Paul, his back to Paul's chest, warm, strong and steady.
He blushed slightly, and smiled. "It," he cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, impatient with his speech slightly still. "I-It's not much of a feast I'm afraid. Mostly leftovers from the pantry, cheese, meat, crackers, cake. What would you like? Would you like a sandwich? There's sliced ham here, and I think there's some pickle too, and some lovely fresh bread I picked up on the way to meet you. What can I get you?"