Ithacles sat down and examined his plates. They started with some sort of salad based around the snowshoots that grew around the base of the mountain. It wasn't really his favorite but the main meat course wouldn't be for another hour, at the very least. He assumed they'd be having some cut of boar, as that was the only part of the evening that he'd been allowed to speak on.
Before he knew what was what, he was deep in conversation with the man across from him. They were talking about falconry but Ithacles found he couldn't quite remember what joke they were laughing about. And how one of them had somehow managed to make falconry funny was beyond him.
He glanced down at his plate and realized they were onto the intermezzo, a smooth sorbet made with mint and some sort of lychee. It was probably very expensive.
"Do you like this part?" he asked Vedette. Whoever-that-was had become engrossed in his sorbet and left the falconry to quiet for the moment. "You like cold things, right?"