She shrugs and lets it be. If he wishes to feel embarrassed there is little she can do to stop him.

Haleth serves herself a bowl of the stew and sits back, blowing on it before she takes a sip, which also gives him time to begin eating his if he wishes. It's turned out well, she notes with some pride, despite the limited ingredients and tools to hand. Nothing is over or undercooked and it all balances.

She takes a few more thoughtful bites. "Tell me more of your people. Particularly as regards interactions between men and women."