She nodded, "I'm glad I ate on the train. I brought some hot potato soup for myself. My last meal cooked in the Spire kitchens for awhile." There was a wistfulness there, but no sadness. The soup wouldn't be a surprise to him, her love of peppers and spicy foods was a known thing around the house, especially when it was something she made herself.
From her pockets she pulled out a clearly old, small book that had been well-thumbed, "I think I just missed the Turning festival right?" Ophelia cracked open the book to a section she had clearly been recently reading, "Galarryn right? A shame, all the times we've visited and I've never managed to catch one."