"Wonderful, because none of these were my first choices. No, actually--" he looked pointedly to the notebook open on the table and mouthed. 'Matching' as he pantomimed opening a book. Puck checked the food again and nodded. "Oh, this seems to be done. Lovely." After he secured his hands, Puck removed the parcel and pitcher, setting both safely out of the way.

Puck grabbed some plates and hummed a bit as he prepared the meal that had been brought. "Why wouldn't someone as in love seek out stories about it?" he asked as if it were the most obvious question in the universe.