Hythlodaeus laughs good-naturedly and nods his agreement. "A perfectly fair desire to have. If they would have you try their favorites, 'tis only meet--pun only partially intended--that they try some of your own."

The slight change in color catches his eye and sticks in his mind. A change, ever so slight, but something brighter and different nonetheless. He can't quite tell what it means, but if it goes along with her being honest with him at this moment, then perhaps he should return the favor.

He takes his mask off and lets it rest around his neck, the cowl lowering next to reveal hair loose from its usual braid, and more unkempt than a hood would normally cause besides. "I'd be happy to try a few dishes if you'd like."

A pause, and his expression turns sheepish. "Ah, if it's not too much of an imposition, that is. 'Tis obvious you've been busy already and--" he looks down at his precarious position on the chair, his knees halfway to his chest, "--I fear I'd only end up getting in the way." If only he could figure out how to make himself smaller...