“I am,” was Navia’s amused response to Théadan pointing out she was having fun making jokes about his reaction to the Marroan dish. Chuckling to herself, she brought the bread ball to her lips so she could eat it and watch the evening take over the day. Within a few moments, he was announcing the sausage was nice and Navia swallowed her food in time to mutter a quick, “Told you,” before he went on to tell her he had liked the Khluri food the most. “I’m glad you liked it,” she told him honestly and silently hoped he would like the other meals Khlurios had to offer. Perhaps Théadan would not miss Mes’Mo’Tanian foods as much as she had feared he might. And maybe they’d be able to find someone who could replicate some of the dishes for him.<br/><br/>She was considering whether the palace cooks in Mandira would be insulted or not if she asked them to try to find some recipes from Mes’Mo’Tan when she felt Théadan come up behind her. Pleased he was finally coming to join her at the railing, she straightened some so she could lean against him and give him room to wrap his arms around her. Théadan surprised her by holding up a piece of the Gulasva pasta though, and Navia blinked at it at first before chuckling when he explained why he wanted her to eat it. Before Navia could take a bite though, Théadan was whispering about tasting more from Khlurios and pressing his lips along her neck. “Mmm,” she practically purred it, happy to have his affections once more.<br/><br/>While Théadan spoke of the view laid out before them and how they would enjoy such a view every evening when they had a home together, Navia snuggled against him and reached out to bring his hand closer to her lips so she could take the pasta from between his fingers and try it, her lips touching his fingertips briefly. A savory meat she did not recognize had been wrapped in the pleasant tasting pasta and Navia was surprised to find she enjoyed it. “It tastes good,” she commented quietly, “If you decide you want more to eat, you should taste it.” And because his hand was still close and hers was keeping it in place, she could see a bit of sauce from the pasta on his fingertip. Her lips surrounded his finger then, bringing the tip into her mouth so she could lick the sauce off. Then Navia brought his hand down to wrap more tightly around her, her hand staying as well while her other one wandered up his arm to enjoy his musculature.<br/><br/>“The moon should be out soon,” she murmured to Théadan, turning her head to nuzzle up to him with a contented sigh, “We could build up the fire some and keep the doors open so we can see it and the stars.” That required leaving the balcony though, and he just felt so nice that she was hesitant to go right away. Théadan was so warm and steady and sweet. Her affection for him seemed to only strengthen by the day and Navia hoped he truly knew how much she treasured their time together, how relaxed and cherished he made her feel. Remembering it was she who was supposed to be doing the relaxing that evening brought a small smile to her lips and she tilted her head back to look up at Théadan, her hand sliding up from his arm to gently cup his cheek. “Did you want that massage? Or would you rather wait until later?” She was happy to do whatever he wanted; he only had to say the word.