You're definitely right about that. She's been known to terrorize the stablehands just a bit if I don't get her out regularly. Which, really, is all the more reason to take a break now and then and get away for a bit since it helps clear my mind at the same time. At least she'll enjoy hanging out with the other wyverns while we're here for a change of pace.

[ Claude taking a bite of his own bread is timed with the first of many courses (or the option for them) being dropped off. This time it's a tray with several covered small, personal serving size soup crocks and after promptly singeing a fingertip on the lid of the nearest one, he manages to open it to reveal the steaming hot Daphnel stew inside. ]

Here, do you want one of these?

[ If she accepts Claude places one before her before picking up one for himself - moving faster this time to avoid burning himself yet again - before sliding it down the table to the next group of diners. As he unwraps his napkin to place it in his lap before retrieving his spoon, he also takes that chance to shoot another mischievous look Ingrid's direction. ]

Alright, Ingrid. You're not escaping my million questions over the course of tonight, but here's an easy one to start off with. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

[ He's not storing this information for use later. Definitely not. ]