Hartley might have replied, but he was already busy cutting and eating. Luckily years of manners kicked in, so he was sitting up straight, holding the cutlery correctly, chewing with closed mouth and generally eating like someone who'd literally been trained in how to do it correctly. It wasn't until he was five bites in that he managed to make himself slow down, smiling at James, just a little sheepish. "Clearly I believe you're the best chef ever, so that can't be true. It looked really happy too. Thank you again."