With Navia settling in the chair, their meal set before them, and a gorgeous view undergoing a dramatic colourful transformation, it was easy for Théadan to put the niggling aches he felt out of mind, and relax to enjoy the evening with his lover. Navia stretched as she took her seat, and she was clearly just as pleased with how their day on Terlingua had gone. It was a picturesque little island, Théadan was quite thankful the storm had come and caused them to make port here. It made for a welcome break on their journey, one where they could indulge in each others company without any concern of what others might think or say. It was a pleasung change of pace from what they had experienced before.<br/><br/>The suggestion Navia had they should travel once they had settled in Khlurios took Théadan by surprise. The longest they had stayed in one place together was Nygaard for little more than a fortnight. He had been expecting once they arrived in Khlurios Navia would be thoroughly sick of travelling, but maybe she had acquired a taste for it, or perhaps experiencing new things had always been something she had enjoyed. But then Navia did acknowledge how they always seemed to be travelling, and how they should settle for a while first, it had Théadan nodding in agreement. Their attention readily turned towards the platter, Navia pointed out they did not know what most of the meals were, but they did look delicious, of that there was no doubt.<br/><br/>A half eaten breaded ball was presented before his lips, accompanied with it's praises from Navia. The smile was instant on Théadan's face at her offering, he ate it, lips touching Navia's fingers as he chewed to find a mellow but flavourful cheese melted within the bread crumbs. "Mmm, that<i>is </i>good, I like that one." Théadan agreed, as he looked over the meal for what next to try. "We should definitely travel after we've settled in Khlurios." He said as he eyed some of platters with a slightly sceptical eye, unsure what to make of the ones which he could not tell what they contained. "With all the adventures we've had I think being able to sit and stay still for a little while would be so very nice. But then yes, we should travel and experience more of this world together." It would be wonderful to see more sights with Navia, to create lots of memories in vivid exciting places, but first they deserved some time to rest and relax. That could still form plans for what they could do though. "Any ideas? I believe we have to visit Irados sometime..."<br/><br/>Even as he joked about their little bit of history with Irados, Théadan's eyes were falling on the platter with Mes'Mo'Tan written beneath. It was simply some thin bread, fresh sliced salmon, with a cut lemon for squeezing. It was always a nice dish, and salmon was considered something of a luxury for most, as they could only get a hold of it during a certain time of year. "Salmon, I hear they're difficult for fishermen to find when they aren't swimming upstream." Théadan pointed out to Navia, making it all the more surprising they had it out here, and fresh too. It was the orange-red colour of Marros dish that drew Théadan's eye though. There were simply strips of some kind of meat, glazed in some kind of sticky looking sauce, laying atop a bed of what must have been some kind of lettuce leaf. "This ones odd, the dish from Marros." Deciding it was his turn to pick something for them to try, Théadan plucked one up with his fingers, to find it was indeed sticky, and proceeded to bite into it. There was a delightful explosion of flavour, swiftly followed by an overpowering burning sensation that spread throughout his mouth. He coughed, chewed, swallowed, and coughed again. "That's..." He coughed once more as his face began to turn red, and his eyes began to water. The sensation just seemed to spread more and more with each swallow. "That's different!" He remarked, trying fruitlessly to cover up his struggles with the food. "Try it!" Théadan said, holding it for her, but not being nearly as romantic as he looked for a drink to wash away whatever he had swallowed.