"Like steaks!" Much agreed with a grin. "Though between you and me, steaks are nicer. Do you wanna carry the biscuits through?" He offered Ella the packet and a plate, and gathered up the cups in one hand, teapot in the other, milk under one arm and the handle for the bowl of sugar cubes hooked through his pinky. It was a big of a juggling act, but Much had been a literal juggler once, and he carried them through easily enough into the lounge. "We scored the moose when we scored Art, so really, some of that moose should be yours. Doubt we would've found him so quickly without your help."