The enthusiasm Théadan had for the pineapple was cute and Navia chuckled as he pointed out the fruit reminded him of what they’d done the night before. She looked on as he took the piece from her fingers, her eyes taking in the way his lips brushed and his tongue licked her fingertips. It was a provoking sight, one she was sure he did not mean to stir her the way it did, and she was tempted to lean in and capture his lips, knowing he would taste like himself and the juicy pineapple. That was a dangerous road to travel down though, and she’d seen the way he’d looked at her after donning his shirt. They were notorious for losing control after just the slightest touch or kiss, so Navia held herself back. She was too sore to end up rolling around in the sand with Théadan so soon after their harsh session behind the waterfall.<br/><br/>Luckily Théadan was turning his focus to the bowl of food between them, so Navia did the same, studying what his reaction would be to the fish and rice. He had no initial adverse reaction to the meal, instead pointing out the variety in the food her country had to offer. Taking that as meaning he was content with the meal, she went to try it as well. The fish was cooked well and accented well by the sauce, though she knew it would likely be even better if the dish was hot. One bite had Navia realizing how hungry she actually was and she was swiftly returning for a second taste while Théadan spoke of all the variety Khlurios had. “I think it’s the sun and the heat,” Navia answered once she’d swallowed her food and reached for the waterskin, “I don’t know why, but that seems to be the major difference between Mes’Mo’Tan and Khlurios.”<br/><br/>She mulled over the differences between the two countries while they shared the<i>jhasa</i>. Navia couldn’t help but to keep going back to the fruit bowl though, drawn to the tangy sweetness of the various types of fruit that had been included. Eventually after eating what she considered a decent amount of fish and rice, Navia abandoned her fork in favor of the fruit bowl. She cradled it between her knees, her dark eyes wandering out to take in the view laid out before them while they lounged in the shade. “Your people have more variety than mine do,” she pointed out thoughtfully before popping another berry into her mouth, “Your eyes, for example. I only ever saw them that vivid in your family, but then there were people with duller green eyes…then Ivette and Ar--… Ivette had blue eyes.”<br/><br/>That little slip-up cost her barely a glance in Théadan’s direction as the familiar guilt anytime she thought of Argyle cropped up before she was hastily continuing, “And everyone had different colored hair and different styles. I’d never seen red hair before I went to Mes’Mo’Tan.” Navia surveyed the fruit bowl to see what she wanted next, then reached for a cube of melon. “And you think me the exotic one,” she chuckled, glancing over at him, “when we Khluri all have the same dark features.” She popped the melon into her mouth, sighed, and thrust the bowl in Théadan’s direction, “Take this from me. If I eat much more, I’ll become the fruit. We have dessert to eat anyway.” With the fruit gone from her attention, Navia turned and pulled one last bowl from the basket and tugged off the fabric covering it.<br/><br/>From within the bowl, Navia lifted a small white ball that had been rolled in shredded coconut. Half a cherry had been set atop it for decoration. Knowing exactly what it was and happy to have Théadan try it, she leaned over to hold it up to his lips. “Try this,<i>kamin</i>,” she requested with a smile, “It’s called<i>madnu</i>. It should be crispy and chewy at the same time with a kind of cake-like center. It’s not as sweet as some of our desserts, but I find them a little addicting.” Once he took a bite, she held out the rest of the<i>madnu</i>should he want it, then reached for one of her own. "Do you want to go back soon?" Navia asked after taking a bite and swallowing her dessert, dark eyes steadying on her lover curiously to see what it was he desired, "Or we could try swimming again or even nap." Before he could answer, Navia sighed longingly, thinking of the bed they'd spend the night in, "Or we could go back and nap in our bed."