If he wanted to discuss food, they could discuss food. She was just fine with that, admittedly. And she knew well enough he preferred it. She couldn't bring herself to not be a little more in tune with his emotions. That came with the territory that was Voile, after all. But she imagined he knew that.

"So what kind of food would you say you don't really like?" Because while she wasn't much on the cooking front, she had to admit she was really quite curious over her diet. She was far more finicky than he was, after all, so hearing that he had any preferences period was a bit of a surprise.