"Busy," Kurt answered the question about work to stall for time, eyeing the huge quantities of food all over his kitchen. "New York Fashion week at Vogue.com? Never going to be a quiet time. It's a good thing Isabelle loves me, or I'd never have got two days off."

Moving over to the bowls of food, Kurt pushed the carrots and cucumber in one direction, feeling safe enough with vegetables. The seafood, however, provided more of a challenge. He wished they were in some sort of packaging, feeling lost without something to use to check the calorie content. But Wes, he remembered, didn't know that he wasn't meant to be calorie counting. He could use his phone to check, something he wasn't able to do at work, or around any of his roommates.

"Crab," he decided after a quick Google on his iPhone. "Crab over tuna."