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Heathcliff laughed as she brushed off his teasing about the croissants and pickles, giving her a slightly cheeky grin before turning back to the menu - usually he brought a packed lunch including leftovers from whatever restaurant he'd eaten at or gotten takeaway from the night before. The ministry cafeteria really didn't appeal to him most days - it took time out of his break to come down here and deal with people when he could be spending it finishing some work. But his new interest in Bianca lead him to changing his schedule around a little bit, including spontaneous pickle sandwich making evenings. Which was nice. She was gorgeous and strong and all of that was rather attractive, even if it was slightly complicated given her situation.

He knew that there was complications further with The Ex and he was some sort of a placement in a game, but Heath was okay with that. He loved getting under people's skin, it was part of his appeal as a barrister, pushing people to their limits and getting them to bend to his will. Or at least, that's how he saw it. "How about the sandwich platter with a double order of crisps," Heathcliff offered, asking Bianca but really putting in the order with a slight nod to the counter worker. "It has a pickles and ham one, but also the butter and honey? Plus they come in quarters so we can just try it all. Honestly I've never eaten here. Did you want a pudding or something too?"

Heathcliff gave Bertram's sudden appearance very little outward note, he was expecting something along the lines of a confrontation from The Ex. Perhaps not today, but he could deal with it. Heathcliff watched him out of the side of his eye as he paid the worker, giving her a little extra. Despite it being Bianca offering for the lunch, there was no way he would let a lady pay for him. "And whatever he would like as well," Heathcliff smiled at her and indicated Bertram.