Francis knelt down with his arms folded on the table and his chin resting on them to peer up at Brennan. It was a juvenile attempt at appearing innocent and curious, a ridiculous look on the man.

"I don't think so. But then if you have no secrets, tell me about yourself before you became a priest. I do not believe you were once a small bairn walking around with your holy wares and preaching." He chuckled with his unwavering large smile. "Tell me.." slowly one hand reached out, his fingers tapping along the table like they possessed the ability to walk. Then he snatched the potato and held it out.

"And I will hand you the final ingredient. Unless we have meat to spare."