Eyes dancing humorously at the look Théadan sent her after being told to try the other unknown dish, Navia shrugged instead of admitting that was exactly what he had become. She watched to see his reaction keenly, yet after a small moment of satisfaction that he could not figure out the name of the country either, but the food ended up being bland in nature. A tease for it could have come to mind, but Théadan was next reaching for the Khluri food and she was far more interested in seeing if he enjoyed it that Navia remained quiet while she finished off her little Mes’Mo’Tanian sandwich.<br/><br/>To her delight, Théadan enjoyed the<i>pinda </i>and<i> vizala</i>. “I hope you do,” she told him honestly, wanting so badly for Théadan to not only feel comfortable in Khlurios when they finally reached it, but for him to enjoy living there. With him having given up so much of the people and places he loved to return home with her, Navia was set on making Théadan’s time in Khlurios as enjoyable as possible. Luckily they would not have to deal with the same situation as they had in Nygaard, so they could openly explore Mandira and not deal with others objecting their affections for each other.<br/><br/>“<i>Vizala</i>is a street food,” Navia decided to explain in hopes it would help Théadan look forward to exploring Khlurios even more, “You can buy it on a skewer like that, then snack on it while you shop. We have a couple other foods meant to be eaten on the go, so maybe we can try some whenever we end up in a Khluri market.” What a fun day that would be, Navia realized. They had spent the afternoon wandering a market of mystery; the markets of her home would be familiar enough to her that she could teach Théadan about them. She also had an inkling he would enjoy the smells, the colors, the music. Like exploring the markets of Terlingua was likely to be a fond memory of them both, she could only imagine doing the same in Khluri markets would yield similar feelings.<br/><br/>Wanting something else to eat while they talked, Navia placed a hand on the railing to grip and leaned over to mull over what she wanted next with a thoughtful hum. “I think I like the Iradocian food the most,” she announced, dark eyes jumping over to meet his green ones as she plucked a slice of sausage from the plate and brought it to her lips, “Have you tried this sausage yet?” Then, because she was childish and happy to try to get a rise out of her lover, Navia snagged another of the bread balls and straightened back up to lean against the railing again, gaze drifting out to take in the beauty of the sunset. The sun was dipping down to disappear over horizon, the sky beginning to darken as twilight fell upon them. Despite the sense of calm the view brought her, Navia's voice had an air of mock condescension as she pretended to focus more on the view and her food, “Or maybe you shouldn’t. It has a hint of spice to it; you might start coughing again…and what fun would we have this evening if you spent the entire time coughing?”