The interest Navia had when perusing this new journal pleased Théadan greatly. He so loved how she encouraged his writing, and found some pleasure in his hobbies, there could be few greater thrills than being able to share such a thing with the woman he loved. Once she understood what he was suggesting, the reaction on her face, the joy and surprise told him she would agree to the idea. Navia of course teased him with it in his own accent, saying something very reminiscent to what he had once said to her about his journal, but Navia was touched, and that was what mattered most to Théadan.<br/><br/>He grinned up at her as she sat in his lap. The kiss she gave was sweet, Théadan immediately yearned for more, but an ill-timed knock at the door prevented it. With a slight groan Théadan nodded as Navia voiced what he too expected, their dinner had arrived. Her playful mood was not set aside just yet in favour of the meal though, Navia chose the feather she would write with, the turquoise one from the parrot that had bit her, tickling his jawline its tip. That was fine with him, Théadan had given Navia the choice of quills, but he had secretly hoped to end up with the red one. While Navia went to answer the door, Théadan sought to quickly tidy the bed, placing the journal and quill on to the dresser, along with the sack he had unceremoniously dumped on there.<br/><br/>Platter in hands, Navia surprised him by apologising for choosing the meal for them both, and not giving him a say in it. It didn't bother him in the slightest, Théadan was happy with the choice, and looking forward to trying all this new food for the first time. Her reminder about the balcony had Théadan giving her a nod, before he reached around for the keys on the bed, "Oh look at that." He said with a laugh and jingling them before Navia, "I have them for once! He grinned before moving to unlock the balcony doors and open them up for Navia. The scent of salt was on the air from the ocean, and the sounds of gulls cawing remained, but the town seemed a little quieter than it had before. People were returning home, to their ships, or to taverns like them. The activity outside had lessened, and now there was less noise from people calling out amongst the cacophony of people trying to sell something, which allowed more natural sounds to be heard, it was more serene.<br/><br/>The balcony itself had two chairs and a small wooden table for them to sit around, along with a very pleasant view of the ships, and the coastline of the island. Théadan held the doors open for Navia, and returned to her comments on her choice of meal. "It's fine, Navia. You made a good choice, had I spotted this on the menu I would have suggested it anyway." He said, wanting her to not worry that it may have annoyed him in anyway. Théadan tried to make sure of it by teasingly adding, "Though if what you ordered for us turns out to have squid in it, I may yet think twice about that." He pulled the chairs out for them, they were simple wooden chairs, made from a dark oak, perhaps a little shorter than Théadan would have liked, but they would satisfy while they enjoyed their meal. He took his seat, and with the back of his arm Théadan swept a couple dead leaves from the table to clean the space and allow Navia to put the platter down for them both. "Lets see what we have been given, and whether we can work out what the dishes are that we don't recognise."