"Well thank you kindly, Miss Vels."
Myles suddenly appeared through the door to what Gavin assumed was the pantry, giving them both a friendly smile as he set another covered dish on the small table in the center of the kitchen. Seeing that the girl was clearly eager to dig in, the cook chuckled and assured her, "We're not so formal about how the servants eat around here; grab a plate and fill it with whatever looks good, then find a place to sit."
Relieved--he hadn't been sure of the proper protocol either--Gavin shot the other man a grateful smile, then found himself flushing a bit when it was returned with a wink.
He cleared his throat and gave Vels a quick jerk of his head toward the food. "Go on, then. I'm right behind ya."