"Didn't mean to scare you." Hamish offered up a smile as apology as he surveyed her choice of lunch. He didn't quite see the appeal of salads, be a meat and potatoes sort of guy, but Hamish wasn't the type to comment on what people ate. C'est la vie or whatever the hell the French said.
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you calling me a liar, Elinora? Because I swear that I really don't like taking tea alone. You'd be doing me a service, honest." Ripping a piece off of his pastry, Hammish popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly. Normally he'd just inhale the sweet, but now he had reason to linger and savor. And he wasn't just talking about his food.
"That's a lot of words," Hamish said after a moment. "But I'm good, I suppose. It's Friday and I'm not meant to come in tomorrow so I have nothing to complain about." He shrugged. "Leaky should be busy tonight, but I'm only due there from six to eleven."