The first thing that caught Damien was the rich scent of the pie as Alyth bought in through, then the sight as his eyes caught against its savoury crust; with an accompanied flicker in his gaze at the almost …phallic… nature of the adornment, but that must be his imagination; it had been a while since …he suddenly felt himself flushing at his own thoughts.   “Thank you, It looks …amazing.” he spoke as he floundered for words, but even his choosing of one seemed a little insufficient.  There was a crisp sound as his fork broke through the pastry and as the first taste took to his mouth, the look in his eyes just melted.<br/><br/>He caught Chris’s comment in the midst of a succulent mouthful, and tried to gesticulate with a mix of eye gestures and a nod of his head that another ‘Irish’ would be a welcome companion to his meal.