A cold shudder ran through him. It would be rude to turn down her offer and defer to the inn, wouldn't it? That would be the epitome of poor manners to turn down an offer from someone who had kind things to say of him--someone who would offer food and hospitality on a whim. Shakily, he gave her a polite nod of understanding even if his whole face had become flush with worry. He'd muster the courage and not be kicked out like the last time--!

"I think..." At the very least, he felt a touch of relief. Spice? It certainly fit that part of the book, at least. There had been a funny chapter thrown in the middle where the twins swore they were breathing fire when they ate cooking from the Tuatha. His father liked to tell him that it fit cooking from Amn--thinking they must have enjoyed spices from the same nation. "Something spicy would comfort me a great deal. Honestly, I've heard of the Tuatha de Muirenn before though... I expect my knowledge is rather second--... perhaps third-hand. Your people were in a book my father wrote and I worry his pronunciation might have been a touch off."