"A...." She arched an eyebrow and smirked a little, though not cruelly. "A pot?" She laughed then, and it was more like a giggle, and took a few more bites before she sat her plate down. She'd finish the rest after her wine, maybe. The way her stomach was fluttering - yes, fluttering, like a sodding fifteen year old girl's....what was wrong with her? - food wasn't the best of all possible ideas.
"Well, at least the elves can take care of you. When you want something lighter, I'm usually well stocked here."