"Can't say as I'm sure one way or the other." Malcolm finished another mouthful before he raised his attention to the Shepherd. "I might dance now and then when the mood's proper for it but I never really picked up on the names for the steps...oh." After clearing his throat the captain looked over the offer in a manner that almost didn't quite seem suspicious of it - really, with a name like Baklava what was he supposed to think? - then shook his head. "Doesn't look like anything I've had on my plate before, nor sound like it either. Something popular at the abbey, I take it?"<br/><br/>Despite the standoffish posturing the captain didn't exude any particular hostility, or even dislike. It was more akin to speaking to someone from inside a room and refusing to open the door to do it. There wasn't a proper wall there or some high tower to look down on others; it was a portal from the inside to the out that he purposely had closed for his own reasons. And maybe the hinges were a little stuck. Alright, fine, and he'd blacked over the little window at the top, but that was all, honest.<br/><br/>"What we got might not seem like much, but it gets you through the day to day. Needs met and all. 'Less you have a need for some variety of flavor, can't say we've got too much to help with that problem, but now and then that'll change."