"Yeah, yeah, 'course it isn't." Oliver patted him on the back cheerfully, knowing that anyone who had the forethought to be that sulky was also someone who was generally unharmed. "And I think I know just the thing."

He grinned, heading over to the pantry. He then spent several minutes digging around inside, impressed at the selection but distressed at how hard it made it to find what he was looking for. "Oh, come on, it's gotta be in here somewhere..." he mumbled to himself as he continued to rummage. "Ohhh! Here we go!"

With an excited smile, he re-emerged, two brown-wrapped bars of chocolate with bright red MARS labels in his hand. "Have some chocolate from the future, Sebastian." He slid one across the table to his friend as he took a seat himself.