"You are baiting me. I will not fall for it." She's not going to deign him with a response, not even a little. No. She remembers too well being baited into teasing discourse by her peers in the Spire and how that usually ended; her frustrated and biting and cutting egos where they need not be bled.

This is something she wants to keep for a little while longer. Until he learns better. But for now her smile and the blush remain.

"I have not shared a meal with another Spirit Healer since everything went wrong in the White Spire. Even at the Reach- most of the mages there were not of my specialization. You are the first other that I have met in far, far too long. As for the stew- most any Orelsian tent will manage the same." She settles back in her chair, a lot of that anxious tension from before settling easily. "I am attempting to teach others but- it is not the same."