Théadan’s reaction to the bread ball mixed with the way his lips brushed her fingertips brought a bright smile to her lips. Pleased with herself that she’d chosen one he enjoyed, she reached out to try the sliced sausage from Irados next while listening to Théadan agree they should travel again together someday. That smile faltered slightly when he mentioned them visiting Irados and Navia rolled her eyes while bringing the food up to her lips for a taste. She was tempted to touch on their long-running joke, but he was returning them to the fun of exploring the plate of food between them. Navia watched while he pointed out the salmon before turning his attention to the Marros section of the plate.<br/><br/>It looked appetizing enough, and she was definitely curious to see what Théadan thought of it, so she looked on wordlessly as he took a bite. His reaction to it was not at all what she had expected however, and for a beat Navia could do nothing more than stare as the food caused Théadan to cough and redden. And as if he thought her crazy, he offered the food out to her while trying to recover from the food’s attack on him. Navia’s face twisted up in disgust, offended he would try to convince her to partake in his suffering, and she leaned back so the food was nowhere near her face. “No way! Don’t make me repeat your mistakes.” Still, she could tell he was looking for something to drink that would help alleviate the Marroan dish’s assault on his body.<br/><br/>“That’s the gods punishing you for teasing me with Irados again, you know,” she laughed, but stood and left the balcony in search of a drink to help him, “I forgot about drinks. I should have asked them to send some up with the food.” Luckily there was a pitcher on the dresser with a pair of glasses. Unsure of how old the water was, Navia poured a bit into a glass and tasted it before shrugging and pouring them each a glass. It tasted normal; hopefully that meant the water had been set out that day. After hurrying to rejoin Théadan and hand over a glass, she took a sip from her own as she returned to her seat. It was then that she eyed the lettuce and sliced meat that had caused Théadan so much trouble. Not wanting to fall victim to it the way he had, Navia shook her head and instead turned the platter so she could inspect the last section they had not yet investigated.<br/><br/>“Nol…Nol’lyrce?” Navia read uncertainly, a confused frown tugging at her lips, “I’ve not heard of them.” Another fish of some sort had been smoked and placed below the name, along with sliced potatoes and carrots. “Every other place on here I know, even Gulasva, but this one is a mystery to me.” Their food looked somewhat boring compared to the other options, leaving Navia to give the platter a spin so that section was facing Théadan. “You try it first,” she grinned at him, reaching for one of the pieces of bread with salmon from the Mes’Mo’Tan section so she could munch on it while she rose from her seat again. She was tired of sitting and was happy to lean a hip against the balcony, splitting her time between their meal and watching the sunset. Her focus was more on him though, for she wanted to see if Théadan would risk trying another unknown dish when the Marroan one had not gone over well.