That smile that played across Navia's face told Théadan how pleased she was to hear he enjoyed her country's food. He knew it meant a lot to her for him to enjoy her country, she had such pride in it, loved it. Having spent so much time hearing Navia talk about all these cultural differences about Khlurios, it was clear how much she treasured it all, and how eager she was to share it with him. That was what made arriving in Khlurios all the more exciting for Théadan, when Navia was finally back in her own country, he was certain she would rejoice in being able to show him everything she had told him about, and more.<br/><br/>Navia announced she thought she liked the Iradocian food the best of all, it surprised him a little, but there she was plucking another sausage from the platter as her gaze met his. She had that cat like look about her again, the one that always preceded mischief, she took a second helping of the bread balls too. After that month eating nothing but what she was able to get in a hunt, Navia's appetite seemed to be back, and that was definitely a good sign. Of course Théadan said nothing as Navia was having fun talking about his coughing fit, and practically challenging him to try anything remotely spicy, which happened to be the sausage she enjoyed.<br/><br/>A roll of Théadan's eyes followed, though her eyes were upon the sunset so she wasn't to see. He smiled at her antics nonetheless, watching his lover and how the sun caught her skin and hair. He had to keep himself from becoming too enraptured by her natural beauty however, she had just teased him and he couldn't let that slide without remark. "I don't know, you seem to be having plenty of fun making jokes about it." He replied, and plucked up one of the sliced sausages. He studied briefly, the brown skin, and seasoned meat. With a glance over towards Navia to make sure she wasn't looking, he poured himself a second glass of water, just in case, and only then did he try the sausage. It was considerably tamer than the Marroan meat thankfully, though it still had an edge, but it was nothing he couldn't handle, nor did it overpower the rest of the taste. "It's nice," He declared. "Not as overwhelming as the Marroan dish, a hint of spice is fine." But amongst the dishes he tried, Théadan knew he only had one favourite. "Honestly I enjoyed the Khluri dish the most, the pinda and vizala make for a good combination."<br/><br/>Reaching out his hand, Théadan turned the platter once more to look Gulasva dish, it had gone untouched so far, the only one that had. He picked up the little parcel of pasta, and stood closing the distance between Navia and himself, just as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon. Théadan's arms slipped around her waist, and he cuddled close against her back to make up for whatever warmth was lost with the last of the sun. He presented the Gulasva dish before her, "Here, since you've been so kind to pick things out for me to try, and are yet to try one I chose, you can be the one to taste the Gulasva dish." He offered, grinning and placing a quick kiss to her cheek. "Meanwhile, I shall have another taste of what Khlurios has to offer." He whispered, and dipped his lips to her neck to spread more kisses across her skin. "It's a beautiful view, isn't it." He said in hushed tones, happy and content with their day together. "The falling sun creates such colours, and the water reflects them all." The horizon had turned red, and much of the ocean with it. "When we find ourselves a place to call our home, we can enjoy a view like this every evening."