They were cute. Cute wasn't something he associated with Eden. She was more exotically attractive like some sort of rare jungle creature who'd likely tear off your face as look at you. And he wasn't thinking like that because that was daft.
Cathair shrugged. "Maybe it's a cultural thing," he suggested. "Sounds like a great deal of it's centered around food in Southern America." He chuckled softly at the suggestion he had ulterior motives. "Maybe she has romanticized notions?"