[ oh, you. hulkenberg's friendliness immediately dissipates, unimpressed and displeased in spades, but she keeps in mind the well-worn sign saying that murder is frowned upon during such festivities. perhaps something like the king's magic is in play..?

regardless. at least he has the manners to wait for her to finish speaking with the stranger, as she takes her hor dourves fork and stabs - perhaps more forcefully than necessary - a wriggling morsel. ]

And I should say the same of you, as I see that you're not trailing beneath another's shadow today. [ ... she pauses before she actually eats the twitching bit of food when he asks that, though. ] Have you not had the local delicacies of Martira? Truly a loss for you.