"That's one of the things I miss most about home, walking down to the docks and the promenade, getting my favourite meals. I made Korrin one of them the first time she went to Emprise du Lion, most of the people here don't know how lucky they are. Every day, they get familiar things, probably their favourite thing at least once a month." She manages a smile as she rolls her eyes because she could say plenty of things about the not-so-refined tastes of Fereldans and even the Orlesians honestly.

After all, coming from a place with a giant floating market to somewhere up a mountain with fresh supplies being an issue? She misses it. And her own little kitchen. And the palace kitchen since they were all natives.

Listening to him talk, she nods her head and commits as much of it as she can to memory. After all, with all the new chefs they have, they've definitely got a chance of figuring it out and she's always been a fan of the trial and error method of replicating a dish she's only tasted. You get to eat your still delicious failures.

"That sounds incredible!" There's a little moan of her own because no one will ever be able to explain where all the food she eats goes. "We have lots of things served in bread bowls where I'm from, thick soups and stews, fish based because we're surrounded by the sea and they cut the top so you use it as a spoon. At the end you break the bowl apart to eat it too, and it's got all the flavours in it."