*digs into his own dinner (inwardly amusing himself that you should be able to see and appreciate that it's a perfectly normal lamb shank and not some exotic fish dish. "tastebuds of steel" indeed.)*
*laughs* How about if we let Vairë enjoy at least one good meal before we risk exposing her to our cooking? *somewhat more straight-faced* But we're truly not dependent on restaurants for our survival, ma'am. Honestly. Not entirely.