When Gavin made note of her appetite lack, HonorÃ¨ smiled back in kind as she whispered back. "I mean no offense, your highness. It is nothing you could have foreseen. After all, we were late arrivals to the delegation. It is only..." Her voice lowered so that only Gavin could hear. "The boar is sacred to my mother's family, and honeyed cakes are part of the offering. As trust, we do not eat boar or any animal that cooked boar touches." She smiled pleasantly. "It was just a bit of a shock. I forgot that so many other people do, in fact, eat it." A little weakness she let him see, that she was more personable. More human.  It  would have been difficult for him to know of such a thing, even if they had not been late to the party, so to speak. After all, they held their father's name, and their mother was a little no count noble from the rustics.<br/><br/>While not distracted from observing those around them, she took a moment when most if not all were busy with their own conversations, their own delegation not withstanding, and looked the Princee in the eyes.The decision was made. She would be a bit bold. This would seal in her mind if she would dally in games with the prince further or go back to the game of diplomacy. Lifting one of the small sugared flowers, she reached forward and offered it to him with her fingers, a very intimate act in a public game. It was a quick, and if he turned it down, she would give no sign, and simply attend back to her meal, if he did take it from her fingers, she'd press one finger to his lip and then to her own, as if to lick the sugar off before going back to her more obvious observation, no further comment for the moment but a smile on her face.