[Just as he expected, and for a moment his eyes dance with barely suppressed mirth before her words turn his grin into a rather warm smile.]

Och, I don't need anything fancy. All I really need is a good bowl of oats, with a wee bit of salt. Maybe a touch of butter or honey if you want to dress it up a bit, but if that means you'll join me then anything you'd want to do would be grand. And maybe I'll return the favor sometime.