Setting down the burger on a plate, she took the napkin to wipe her chin without shame and picked up one of the fries to examine briefly before popping it into her mouth. Due to a life where poisoning and magics were rampant, she instinctively inspected all food she ate unless she made it. It was nothing against Jughead, merely a natural reaction after years and years.
"We should try that next time." Another fry. Those things were addicting. "Blue cheese is a moulded cheese, right?" While she knew many names for the type he spoke of, she wanted to make sure that the crossover between worlds was correct. The night could not have turned out better. Ciri had worried the food from his world would not completely stand up to hers when it was something she knew nothing of.