Briar made a slow of leaning back to peer in the kitchen unnecessarily, though she already knew what it was because she had been nibbling on her own plate of it since she got in,a heavy meal that made her want to take a nap just smelling it. "Roast with potatoes and onions that's been in the oven all day slow cooking, and a roll." She wiggled her eyebrows at him as if she was describing something else entirely, "You up for it, or feeling picky?"