He smiled a bit lopsidedly at the kiss on his cheek. It was so chaste and weird. He was not used to chaste. Quietly, Mirza watched her taking a moment to enjoy the view as she picked up her water. He turned physically to watch her move into the kitchen. Leaning on the back of the couch, he answered her, "I've had kirsha mahshiya and the main ingredient there is sheep so no, not really. Eat everything." Not that he had liked kirsha mahshiya...