Not like it was hard to fry bacon, Avery thought to himself, but he didn't say it aloud because he did in fact like having food made for him. "Thanks," he mumbled instead, stabbing a bit of egg with his fork and eating it. He knew enough about Armaan's sisters to know about their high standards. He felt a tiny bit of envy that Armaan got on with his sisters so well too. "So are you gonna hang round long?" he asked Henry, glancing across the table at him.