A bit oblivious to what was really going on at the food tables since he was on cloud nine at the moment, Noel stopped in front of the enormous amount of food, searching out what Cosette had requested first.

Adjusting his shirt, he couldn't quite take in how much food there was. He was pleased though, that there were familiar dishes to him, which meant he didn't have to keep eating the British food. Thank Merlin for that. He'd rather be fine for the rest of the night.

Grabbing a plate, the French man piled it with samples of all the bread and cheese since he had no idea what kind the lovely blond enjoyed before getting a plate of his own. Eh, he couldn't fit all of what he wanted on one plate. Dilemma!!