She lit up. "Oh, I'm glad! I've had a number of very briny arguments about what constitutes a soup once."

But with a fold of her arms, she leaned back against the counter.

"Experimentation, primarily. When I describe my homeland's delicacies, a few faces turned quite green- if only they'd try mare's milk, they'll know just how wonderful it is!" She puffed her cheeks and she had... the faintest color to her body.

"I've endured enough food from other cultures... it's my turn, you know?"