"Its not offensive," Angus said. "You asked if it bothered me, and I said it didn't. Its a big estate with a lot of people who have individual tastes. I can't possibly cater to all of that. I don't expect to...."
"Oh, for goodness sakes," Brian said. "The last I knew, the house was mine. The last I knew, I was still Angus's supervisor. I hired the house elves so that Angus didn't need to spend 16 hours a day, every day, in the kitchen and still be responsible for the cleaning of the house and the running of the estate. Its just not possible. I need him in other areas besides the kitchen, and we all know he's not happy when he does nothing but cook.
"You all are welcome to whatever food you like in the house. You always have been. You're welcome to either have the elves fix it for you, or to join us for whatever Angus fixes when he cooks, or to cook for yourselves.
"Angus, you are too valuable to me to be unhappy here doing your duties and too talented to be just our cook.
"Do tell me again why we need so much drama before I even get through my first cup of coffee, please," Brian sighed.