Théadan did not get a chance to see Navia's reaction to him offering her the same food he had tried, he was too busy wanting to get the taste out of his mouth, but everytime he swallowed it only seemed to spread further. Théadan did hear Navia unsurprisingly dismiss any notion of trying that dish after his reaction to it, he could only drop what remained of the piece he ate back into its section. Navia's chair moved back, and thankfully she went in search of a drink for them both, though not without one of her teasing remarks needling him just a little bit further. Since his suffering was harmless, clearly she found the funny side to it, but far sooner than Théadan who immediately drank the entire contents of his glass in a rush. He let out a deep '<i>ah</i>!' afterwards as the sensations passed, before replying to her cheeky comment, "After all the little ways you've teased me, surely the gods would not hold such double standards." But smiled as he set down his glass, "Thank you."<br/><br/>The platter turned and for the time being Théadan was quite happy to let Navia be the one to try the next item on their little menu. She read out the name of the next country, but it was not one he had heard of before either. It was intriguing there was a country neither of them had heard of, but someone on the island would surely know more about it, and if not they could surely find an answer in a library the next time they had the fortune of being in one. The platter spun once more so the country's platter was presented before him, Théadan glanced up at the smirking Navia who knowingly '<i>offered</i>' to ler him try it first, while she munched on the far safer option of his countries salmon.<br/><br/>Some kind of fish with sliced potato and carrot, it did not look dangerous to Théadan's eyes, but after the Marroan dish, he couldn't be sure. Navia had stood so she could lean on the balcony and enjoy the sunset, but he still threw a sceptical gaze at her back. "I've become your taster, haven't I?" But with the dish now presented before him, the more prideful side of Théadan did not wish to back away from the challenging way she had presented it to him. "Nol--lie? Lur? Lee-urse." His brow furrowed, none of the ways he tried to pronounce it rolled off the tongue. It did not feel like he was saying it right. "I think I'll stick to tasting the food than trying to pronounce the place." He said, and picked up a bit of fish, potato and carrot, and arranged them together so he could bite into them as one.<br/><br/>It didn't immediately assault his senses, which was something of an improvement over the last dish, but it did not particularly taste of much either. "It's edible." Théadan commented as he chewed, and got some of the smokey taste, but not as much as he would have liked. "I think it needs more seasoning...or perhaps that Marroan dish just killed all my sense of taste, I can't be sure!" He joked before swallowing and reaching for the Khluri vizala and pinda. Using the pinda as a wrap around the chicken, he removed the skewers and enjoyed something with a lot more flavour to it, and found himself relieved he had kidnapped a Khluri duchess rather than a Marroan duchess. "If Khlurios has more food like this, I think I could find myself getting used to it." Théadan said with a grin.