"Oh ho!" Xali's short muzzle splits into a grin as she turns her head slightly towards the guards preparing the food. "Oh my. He says your food is slop, does he?" She cocks her head coyly. "Mmm... but dear Kahimori does have a point, doesn't he? I am rather tired of the uninspired stews and broths that have been our daily staple. Filling, perhaps... but not satisfying." She shrugs her shoulders and turns back to the mysterious kitsune. "Mmm, substance or flavor? Let none say that I am superficial," she says with a hint of self-deprecating irony in her tone. She'd discovered that Kahimori was a lighthearted sort, and poking a bit of fun at one's self was a reliable way to appeal to his nature. "I shall have something more edible, as you say. I'm sure that once we're in the field against the enemy, we shall all be eating well... those who survive, that is."