When Jamie entered the room, his face was flushed red from the fire’s heat, and his hands were piled with food and drink. He hurriedly sidled in, slamming the door behind him and swiftly shooting the bolt. His eyes avoided Claire’s gaze as he laid out dishes on the table and said, "A brought enough. We’ll no need tae gang oot again fer a wee while. Will ye hae a bite?"