It would be a good answer! Not complete, but a start!

"We did! --And maps. I find I'm ignorant of the English art of map-making; I shall have to ask Feuilly about it, and he can rightly be offended at me for not thinking to study it before."

A knock low on the door announces the arrival of their lunch. Bahorel gets up to bring it in, and looks at the three trays with sudden suspicion. Two are full of the sort of food all three of them might recognize, but the third is a smallish covered iron pot. " ...You both may have reason for offense at me before that, I didn't think to change my usual order--" He lifts the iron lid carefully. "--ah, only something with peppers. That's all right, then."

The other trays he sets on one of the tables scattered around the room, for his friends to choose as they will.