Clearly even without introductions Talia can tell this woman is important. She hugs and greets his grandmother. Talia blushes when she declares there will be feast. Though her people are found of parties  smaller dinners are usually held for promised pairs. She snickers a little bit when Doragon is called Dory.<br/><br/>Talia appreciates that fish is being made for her. If that wasn't an option she would have ate some of the meat, but given thanks to the animal's spirit that had given it's life in order to sustain hers.  Someone had given her a dragon mask to wear for the party. "My people usually only eat meat when we are sick or carrying a child. Sometimes when a pair is having problems conceiving a child as well. Even then we give thanks to the animal who gave it's life so that we may continue." She and Doragon had decided to take a break from dancing. Talia took a small sip of the ale that had been brought out for the occasion. It's not like the wine her people make. Not as light tasting by a long shot. She wrinkles her nose at the heavy goblet containing the dark liquid.