Cora
She watched him carefully as he began to dig into the chicken tart. It was only when she realised that she might've been making him uncomfortable with her intense staring did she finally look away. 

The fair skin of her cheeks coloured a faint scarlet - how could she be so weird like that? She was sure he didn't want someone staring at him while he ate. Her desire to know his opinions on her food and drink was there, but she didn't want to bombard him with questions or put him on the spot. It was best just to leave it. 

"Well, if you'd like to try anything else, I'd be happy to provide you with little samples!" She couldn't help her little side glances towards him, hoping to catch a reaction upon his face instead of the rather blank look he had.
Dean
Sirdan continued eating the pie, and finally expressed something after chewing through its meaty, crunchy interior. It was quite well-flavoured, with suitable amount of salt added, the minced chicken seems to be quite meaty too. He was quite satisfied with the food.

He swallowed the food in his mouth and turned toward her, with half of the tart finished,"Mmm. You seems... A bit anxious missus, the pie was quite good, don't worry." He chuckled, finding the her reactions to be quite interesting, so to speak.

"I am short of inspirations for what to order, and it seems there are many items on this menu, and I imagine more out of it. What would you recommend? What is the inn's specialty?"
Larry
*Walking in with a glance around at the tavern he'd slip into the nearest seat, sliding out a book and turning it back to a page that'd been folded in the corner. He listened to nearby folk for awhile before focusing in on the words of his book.*