He's picked the best in Eorzea, I know for certain. Had I the wealth of Dzemael, I would hire him to cook all of my meals... Even this champagne was hand-picked by him! We are blessed that he found his calling at the stove.

[Aymeric sits back, watching Francel as he eats. The mid-morning light reflected through the snow comes through the window, desaturating their small world in the most picturesque way. He watches the light fall across Francel's round cheeks and emphasize his delicate features. He really did have rather large eyes, didn't he? It all made for a portrait of a maiden, really.]

[While he was lost in thought, Urrix brought his plate, setting it down with such weightlessness that the food could have been an illusion. Four handsome halved muffins were opulently dressed with poached eggs and salmon with a generous amount of hollandaise. Directly next to these lovely stacks were a fillet of salmon, wrapped and lightly baked with pancetta and hollandaise. springs of watercress were laid atop.]

["The Lord Commander should never want for his next meal. Do you agree?" He gave the widest smile he could, still looking like a wolf with a rabbit in its maw. his smile pressed at the bags beneath his eyes that he had had as long Aymeric could remember.]

["Tell me what you think, Ser Aymeric. I am considering for new week's menu."]

I hope they canonize you, Urrix.

Francel, would you care to try this with me?