"Of course", Valerion replied. He traced a spell in the air, and the table was set - bread, jam, and related tableware on one end, a cup of coffee with a few biscuits at the other. Adrien nodded to thank his host; then he picked up the jar, twisted it open, and started spreading the fig jam on a slice of bread. "Oh, this is going to be great", he commented, catching its scent. He bit into the bread, and his smile opened broader as the flavor took hold of his tongue - sweet, dry, resinous, at times viscous and at others crispy. There was more jam on his second slice than there had been on the first, and yet more on the third. At the other side of the table, Valerion was slowly drinking his coffee; sometimes he'd dunk a biscuit in his cup and take a small bite out of it. Adrien, too, took his time in eating; as excited as he was for the upcoming practice session, he didn't want to rush through this moment.