Théadan caught that little role of Navia's eyes as he made light of the palm reading, taking any opportunity to tease her as was the norm in their relationship now. It was just as well they were both comfortable with it, both able to see the funny side, he struggled to imagine the likes of Ivette ever being so easy to tease without some sort of repercussion. Navia made no comment of the fortune he had given her, merely shaking her head at his playfulness before going back to her meal and agreeing with him for how good it tasted. She brought up the point she wished she had more of a chance to taste more Mes'Mo'Tanian meals, they were a little blander than that of other countries, lacking for spices and as much variety in ingredients available. But there was still plenty to enjoy about them, especially the roasts. It was true most of their meals had been rather simple due to spending so much time on the road, only the two weeks spent in Nygaard really offered anything different. If he were a better cook he would try to give Navia the opportunity to taste more of the Mes'Mo'Tanians dishes, unfortunately his cooking talents were fortunate if anything more complicated than roasting something over a fire didn't end up in cinders.<br/><br/>They ate in a comfortable silence for a little while, just enjoying the sounds and sights of the scenery before them, while eating their meals, all the while their shoulders brushed, or legs rubbed against one another. Even in silence Théadan loved the company of being next to Navia, her presence simply made everything before that much more perfect and enjoyable. She had managed to finish the meal before him, between the skewer, bread, and the bowl of fruit, he had to wonder where she had the room to put it all. But it was good to see her eating well again especially after that rough month of travel through Mes'Mo'Tan they had. His meal merely had a couple bites left to get through when Navia shifted on her seat, turning his way. Théadan thought she had something to say, and turned his head to give her his attention, but she said nothing, not at first anyway. Instead her leg slipped over both of his, her knee coming to rest on the other side of his waist, while her hands made certain her robe did not come loose and reveal herself to him. "What are you..." He began to question, when she reached for the pitcher just passed him and began to pour herself a drink.<br/><br/>The smirk was obvious on her lips, he had to rest his head back to look up at her and see that amused expression on her lips. Navia knew exactly what she was up to, ever being the provocateur between the pair as far as Théadan was concerned anyway. She claimed innocence, suggesting she merely wanted a drink, but he scoffed at that. She was kind to raise the glass to his lips too, and Théadan raised a hand to encompass one of hers to help guide the cup so none of its contents would spill while he drank. Even after having drank, and had her drink, she remained straddling him, instead choosing to turn the palm reading he gave around on him, to ask what trouble her mischief might get them into this night. It brought a light chuckle from Théadan, as his hands relaxed from either side of her. They had been still at the table, but he could no longer reach the last of his meal with his lover in the way, so he resigned himself to licking his fingers to keep from making her robe mucky when he inevitably touched it. "Right now I think her mischievous ways won't allow me the last bite of my dinner..." He said wryly, but grinned to show it was in good humour.<br/><br/>Théadan made a point of looking to their left, and then to their right, as if looking for something before giving a shrug. "I don't see anything else for you to dunk me in, so that sort of trouble does not seem terribly likely." There were unlikely to be anymore mud baths or springs for the time being, but her gaze still held one of amusement. He could see that familiar twinkle in her eyes that suggested she was up to something. "But you definitely have something brewing in that mind of yours. If I were to guess you've been planning something since you first suggested we have our dinner out on the balcony." He ventured to guess, briefly toying with the ties that kept her robe closed, but not yet tugging them loose, curious to see what she had planned. "You certainly had some time on your own to get up to mischief. If anything I find myself in a trap, drawn in by my lover's romantic notions of eating our dinner here on the balcony." So what was it Navia was up to? What was going on in her playful mind. Truthfully Théadan had no idea, Navia was not short of being unpredictable, and could be plenty impulsive when she desired to be. There was only one certainty in Théadan's mind. "Whatever trouble your mischievous ways get me into tonight, I'm certain I'm going to be exhausted afterwards."