Francis didn't say there was. They had no reason to get up in arms about this. He served himself a small helping and sat on the far side of the table from Alistair before he took a bite. "It's fine," he muttered and Alistair just huffed with pride.

"Of course it is! All of the best food comes from our family!" He glanced over at Arthur. "I mean usually. His is fine as long as he doesn't burn it."