Raju turns and looks up from where he's smiling down at the pan, half-trying to make sure his good mood doesn't attract too much attention. It would probably embarrass Francis if Raju had to explain in front of Fitzjames how pleased he is to hear Francis getting on so well with anyone. Not that Francis doesn't have people he cares for here, of course, but when he'd been showing people how to catch fish from that weir he'd been fatherly, and that dinner with Jopson and the Doctor may have had one too many people to put Francis quite at ease, because he'd been quiet. Raju's never seen anyone teasing him so well he almost choked before.

All this, from a man who Raju almost—

It doesn't matter. He can think about the way this evening started later. Or never. Or at least at a moment when there isn't a meal with Francis' friend in front of him.

"Ready," he says, pushing it with one of their few utensils into a bowl, looking to Fitzjames as he gathers everything up and carries it over. "I hope you don't mind them crisp."