Théadan at first chose not to address her apology, instead teasing her with the fact he’d gotten ahold of the keys, and Navia shook her head with a chuckle at his antics. Happy to follow after him with the platter, she waited patiently until he pulled open the doors leading out to the balcony. Salty sea air greeted her, as well as the chilly sea breeze. Navia forced back the urge to go back for her cloak though. It was not as cold as she’d been dealing with for the past few months and the cloak was heavy. Figuring she could always cozy up to Théadan should the chill get the best of her, she set the platter down on the table after Théadan cleared it of leaves and dismissed her apology.<br/><br/>She had not thought he minded, he had given no hint he had, but she knew she did not like others making decisions for her and did not want to do the same to others. “Perhaps I overthought it,” she murmured, a smile growing on her lips while she watched Théadan settle in his chair. It had been right of them to spend the extra money for a balcony, she thought as she sat down in her own chair. It was a pretty evening, the sun was already begin to change the colors of the sky into bright reds and purples, and the clouds in the horizon were promising to creep closer to contribute the splendor of their view.<br/><br/>“This is so nice,” Navia sighed, taking a moment to stretch out in her seat in lieu of focusing on the food. She was hungry, yes, but she was also so grateful they were taking an evening together that wasn’t on a ship or in a country that hated them. They were wonderfully anonymous on Terlingua and she loved it. With a pleased little hum, she gazed out at the ships before her dark eyes shifted over to Théadan and she smiled at him. “Let’s travel once we’ve settled in Khlurios for a while,” she suggested, “Not for some time, I feel like we’ve been going somewhere since the day we met, but I love doing this with you.” And that included trying new foods, so she sat up a bit to look over the platter with interest.<br/><br/>“Much of this is going to be a mystery to us,” Navia commented while she looked down at the food laid out before them. She eyed the entire platter for a moment before reaching out and rotating it until the Khlurios wedge was in front of her. “This is<i>vizala</i>,” she announced, pointing at the grilled chicken on two small spears laid beside a few triangles of flat bread, “It’s marinated before it’s grilled. And we have some p<i>inda </i>to go with it.” To the right of the Khluri food was a section marked as Gulasva. Her eyebrows knit together as she studied the cooked pasta dough that looked stuffed with something. “It would have been nice for a guide to accompany this so we knew what we’re eating,” she chuckled, her gaze wandering over to the Irados wedge. Three breaded balls were accompanied by some kind of sausage that had been sliced up. Curious, Navia reached for one of the bread pieces, her eyes on Théadan as she took a bite.<br/><br/>She was not at all disappointed to find the bread had been stuffed with some kind of cheese that had melted when the bread was baked and Navia nearly moaned her appreciation. “Oh, that’s good,” she said with a chuckle, reaching out to hold the rest of the bread ball up to Théadan’s lips, “Irados knows its food. Try it,<i>kamin</i>.”