The blank stare from the Captain made Théadan so grateful he had Navia to translate for him, but he found himself hoping all of Khlurios wouldn't be like this. He did not wish to be dependent upon Navia to be his voice, he wanted to be able to engage with others by himself too, but seeing how little of the common tongue Risho knew was deeply troubling. A bright smile spread across his features though, and the man seemed the friendly sort, at least that was something he found reassuring of the Khluri, if they all had similar attitudes as this man, maybe he would not have such difficult time adjusting into a new life there.<br/><br/>They were encouraged to eat, and Navia briefly explained to him a little more of what the Khluri believed to be polite. She labelled some of the food '<i>Tihan</i>' and '<i>marsti</i>', Théadan tried to remember it, repeating them after Navia, hoping the word would stick. He took the bowl Navia offered him, and spooned some of the rice on to his plate to make a bed for the potato's, and allowing for plenty of the red sauce to soak in. She drew his attention to the flat bread cut into triangles, taking a piece and bringing it to her lips with humour alight on her face.<br/><br/>She was being mischievous, talking about a private joke between them. Théadan reached for one of pieces of flat bread himself, and once he had it in hand, the memory of it warm and them eating it in his room came back to him. Then the memory of being in the kitchens, with Navia so close, her hands on his, rubbing down his forearms, and being so very sensual while they kneaded dough. "It would be difficult to forget." He replied, and shook his head at Navia's teasing antics, trying to fight back the reddening of his cheeks at that particular memory. "Pinda." He replied, "But the name of the dip you made eludes me now." He said, trying to remember it as he took a bite before setting the rest on his plate. "It was a short word..." He said trying his hardest to recall it, but failing.<br/><br/>Risho had left the table to get wine in the mean time, but he quickly got Théadan's attention when filling both his and Navia's glasses, he bluntly asked if he was a prince, he even gave his family name, though it sounded a little stretched in his Khluri accent. Théadan sat stunned, and unsure how to reply, even while Risho continued to just set a glass of wine before him. He had to cast a look over to Navia, and was left completely in the dark for a minute as Risho spoke in Khluri, and he could only look questioningly towards her, waiting to hear the translation. The grimace worried him, as did the information that many of the crew knew as well. Though his eyebrow raised as the final part. "Betting?" He mumbled, incredulous that he had become such among the crew. Had they been Mes'Mo'Tanian, they would have come to him demanding answers.<br/><br/>A smirk formed on Navia's lips, and clearly she wasn't too worried by this new information, and Théadan supposed he shouldn't be either. Navia knew her people, and he had much to learn about the Khluri and how they treated others. Captain Risho had been pleasant thus far, and Théadan saw little reason to believe he wouldn't continue to be so should he confirm his identity. With a sigh, Théadan answered. "Yes. Yes I'm Théadan Rúl." He picked up the wine glass, and took a drink from it, before poking one of the potatoes with a fork and gathering some of the rice with it. "With so many people looking for myself and Navia, we felt it best to keep it to ourselves and avoid making trouble for ourselves." Théadan explained, "This isn't a problem is it? The crew won't mind they travel with a Mes'Mo'Tanian prince?" He began to eat some of his meal while waiting for Navia to translate for him.