Freddie simply smiled, giving nothing away. "I'm sure it is fantastic," he said. "Do you make your own naan? I used to have a neighbour who made a fantastic naan, bought the garlic from a particular market especially. I'm sure, judging by that amazing smell, that you must have him beat. Our Armaan is very loving, but he does worry, you know." He gave her an affectionate shrug, designed to be on her side with regards to Armaan and his little foibles.