He gives Marian a wounded look that fails, utterly, particularly as he isn't sure whether she means he's terrible at or terrible for it; either way, the children are clearly somewhat less silly than their caretakers for the day.

"Thank you," he tells them, pulling out a stack of soft cloth napkins before grinning at Marian.

"You know my weaknesses too well, my lady. I shall have to be careful not to cross her, don't you think, you two? Now. Who's ready for lunch?"