This isn't that much public. It's just Teddy pulling close, an arm around his waist as he guides Tommy down the hall. There aren't many present. He guides tommy past a few doors before he gestures to some guards that open the door. A small, relatively private dining room, where the woman who collected the twins was, putting them in high chairs. Far enough apart that the two can't grab each other's hands. The doors close behind them and Teddy smiles at the woman.

"Thank you. Tommy and I will tend to them," he assures the nursemaid, who bows and walks out of the room. And look, there's already food on the table.

And when Kathryn and Thomas notice their fathers they start grinning and making grabbing hands at their parents.

"Most of the time," Teddy whispers in English. "It's you that has dinner with them. Sometimes I do. But I always say Papa is busy."