With Risho seemingly content with her answer that Kazim would wish her happiness, Navia had returned to her meal in hopes to get a few bites in before needing to translate again. She truly did not mind, in reality it was nice to speak her language again in conversation, but she also wanted to take advantage of a well-prepared meal. The ship’s food had not been terrible, but it had lacked variety. She much preferred the ability to pick and choose what she could eat; she naturally liked to graze on a few different items at once. Their meals on the ship up until that point had been whatever had been cooked that day for the crew.<br/><br/>Navia had just added a little of the second type of rice onto her plate when Risho leaned forward and threatened Théadan very seriously in the common tongue. She blinked at the threat at first, only to purse her lips together and smother a smile when it made Théadan laugh. It was sweet of the Captain to be protective of her, but she never would have guessed that would be a worry someone would have toward Théadan. He had saved her numerous times. To think he would ever bring harm to her was laughable, which was exactly why Théadan found it so comical. His response, just as dramatic and with as much certainty, was to vow to jump into the sea should he hurt her. It was her turn to laugh and Navia shook her head while reaching out to give Théadan’s thigh a brief, affectionate squeeze. Risho might have been threatening him, but it was a pointless threat and Navia could not fault someone for being protective of her. Still, it stirred her fondness for Théadan anyway.<br/><br/>It was nice to see him enjoying himself, she thought while listening to Théadan speak to Risho. She could tell their captain was striving to understand as much of Théadan’s words as possible, but would inevitably glance in her direction whenever one did not make sense to him. She did not interrupt Théadan to explain what he was saying though, not wanting to insult Risho by interpreting everything when she did not know how much he really knew. It was clear to her he could understand Théadan was speaking of his ship though; the knowing nod and prideful smile told her as much. A pleased smile of her own was rapidly gracing her lips as well, and Navia nodded her answer when Théadan was able to recall the name of the ship in Khluri. “Yes,” she answered, tempted to reward him with a brief kiss but refraining for the time being. She could reward him with kisses later. They barely knew Risho, after all, “Yes, that’s exactly right.”<br/><br/>“I do these,” Risho answered Théadan, setting down his fork so he could reach out and run a hand along one of the wooden beams that held up the walls of his ship. He eyed his wood carving work before nodding as if he was satisfied what he saw. “Long time on ship, so time to practice,” he explained before shrugging and looking back to the couple he was entertaining. He looked between them again before smiling, “<i>Uttarana</i>always in my family.” He gave the wall of the boat an affectionate pat, then eyed his guests' plates. It appeared they were nearing the end of their meal, so he stood again to return to the cabinet he had pulled the wine from. He had stashed their dessert there, and retrieved it before setting it on the tabletop. A cloth was removed from the dish, revealing a round yellow cake that had already been sliced.<br/><br/>“Oh,<i>baarthi</i>,” Navia said appreciatively when she recognized the dessert, then turned to Théadan to explain, “It’s made of a flour called<i>suji</i>and can sometimes come topped with fruits or nuts. It’s sweet though, and very good.” At Risho’s gesture for her to have some, Navia reached for the dish. “<i>Dhanya,</i>Risho,” she said in thanks before turning to offer it to Théadan first and smiling over at him, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”