Telaliel only partially paid attention to the conversation between the captain and his cook, letting her attention wander distractedly over the rest of the bridge for a moment, though she smiles perhaps a touch at his explanation as to who the food is for and the cooks response.  Her frustration with not being able to read the text was becoming bothersome, though.  On an 'thopter, she could read all the displays by instinct, but here...she could make guesses about most of the stations and what it was they did, but when it came down to the specifics of each terminal, the readouts and buttons, she was lost.  She was used to being one of the more intelligent ones around and being in command to one degree or another, yet now she could not even read, was uncertain about how much she understood and didn't even know where to begin otherwise.<br/><br/>She blushes slightly at his approach and bow as he indicates the seat.  It didn't take much inference to figure out what the intent of the chair was.  It was in the center, slightly more comfortable than others, provided a commanding view and lacked the massive layout of interfaces the others had before them.  She blinks slightly and very carefully sits, avoiding the buttons on either side carefully and listening to the explanation of the food.  "I...see.  An intriguing idea, fruit and ice...I admit to being rather hungry and curious as to your food.  We are rather fond of fruits on Ælphera, though I doubt that our fruits are much like the ones on your world.  There are some fruits served similar to how you describe, though we usually freeze the fruit itself.  It's something of a game for the younger ones, if they can eat it before it thaws.  The flavor is best while frozen as thawed and exposed to air it becomes rather more bitter.  The older ones tend to eat it so that it begins sweet and works slowly towards bitter, with the last few bites becoming quite sour."<br/><br/>She smiles at the approach of the woman, nodding slightly and accepting the cup with a momentary, curious look as she investigates the lid and straw mechanism.  She makes a few attempts first at squeezing, then pressing in a few places before sighing and looking to the captain, "how, pray tell, do you work this?  The interface is...non-intuitive."