For her part, she has not lost her interest in food, but it's so rare that someone is interested in her life to the point of gossiping that she ignores it long enough to do two things: firstly, she pulls off her gloves, and flashes her left palm in his direction, long enough for the shine of a shard embedded there to be seen.

Secondly, she shrugs, and then she takes a drink of the ale she'd ordered.

"It's either that," meaning the shard, "or that I'm a mage. I tried to ask when he stopped talking to me, but." Clearly he didn't answer.