Responding to Reyyan, he gave a slight nod, his eyes also regularly moving to the face dancer. "Unexpected."

The eggs were an acquired taste, sour-sweet and savoury, but they also left a long tingling aftertaste, a sense of smoothness on the palate.

Also, the poison snooper they had near the wall didn't ping, so unless it had been damaged, they wouldn't die.

Cuyler seemed confident in the safety of the food, if not the quality.

"Not bad." She tried some of the fried tubers next.

Reyyan looked at Bomilcar in turn, then to Dorian, "I shall be in touch for the sparring. Perhaps for the cooking, if I can find time. But for now, I think I have some things to take care of."

She wondered about the timing on everything, and just how peaceful or not this mission would be.

Bomilcar took one of the tubers as well to give it a try, but before eating it he offered his farewell. "Go in peace," he directed at the Levenbrech.