A smile spread across the features of Risho once Navia had translated Théadan's question, he seemed pleased considerations had been given of his crew, and as he explained, they too would get to enjoy the meal. With forks now on plates, Navia dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her napkin, and everyone around the table looking content with what they had eaten, the meal was at its end. The Captain sensed it too, as he politelt suggested the need not linger out of courtesy, the sailors would want to enjoy the meal while it was still warm.<br/><br/>Navia was first to rise, and the Captain followed, it looked as though the same courtesys for sitting at a dinner, also went for rising at its end, and with the touch of Navia's hand on Théadan's shoulder, he knew it was time for him to stand too. She spoke a phrase to Risho, which he could guess its meaning, and Théadan moved to follow, stopping when Risho asked him to, and made the effort to say in common that they should have a meal again. Théadan grinned at the man, and kept his reply simple so it would not need translation. "We will." And then with a smile, and small bow of his head, Théadan added, "Dharnyew, Risho." Trying his hardest to mimic Navia's pronounciation, and hoping it gave the thanks Théadan suspected it meant.<br/><br/>Out on deck the night had covered the sky and sea, the stars were out, the moon hanging there to be admired at everyone's leisure. The crew seeing Navia and him emerge from the room, clearly took that as a sign they could go have their meal, and were swiftly filtering passed them both. There were no judgemental looks, or hateful glares, all the Khluri sailors did not seem to care that they had a Mes'Mo'Tanian onboard, near as Théadan could tell. His attention was drawn to Navia though, who was staring out at the night sky, and with the questions she asked, clearly there had been a lot more to this meal than just filling their bellies, and properly meeting their captain. Théadan could see she was eager to know how he felt about it all, because it was his first real taste of Khluri living, and whether he could see himself happy living would have a large impact on their futures together.<br/><br/>Théadan approached his lover from behind, with the sailors off deck, they were alone, and he was free to be a little more intimate with her. His arms slid around her waist, meeting up around her abdomen, where he could hold her, and offer his warmth to help keep back the chill. "Yes Alu'wei, I liked it." He said softly, pressing his lips to her neck, and then kissin along her neckline upwards to her ear. "It was good to finally get out of the cabin and speak to someone, and Risho seems the good sort, perhaps a touch protective of his '<i>Sitvati.</i>' But well intentioned nonetheless." He said with a smile, still a little amused by the threat from a man who had otherwise been constantly smiling while they spoke.<br/><br/>Navia was interested in how he had found his first experience of Khluri culture to be, so Théadan continued to offer up how he felt about how the meal had been as a whole. "Traditions take time to learn, and I don't doubt there will be a great many new ones for me to learn." It would take a lot of patience, and a lot of time to learn it all, it would be like being a child again, slowly growing to understand how society worked again. "None seem outlandish to me so far, I just hope when I inevitably make a misstep, I won't be thrown into the sea for it." He said with a chuckle. "And yes, the food was good. The Khluri seem to mix more ingredients than Mes'Mo'Tanians." "The potatoes and red sauce was an interesting combination, I enjoyed the mix of flavours, and I especially enjoyed the cake." He added, before kissing her cheek, and giving her a small squeeze in his hug. "Are sweet treats a common part of evening meals down there?"