Oh no. She looked so serious. Definitely not good. Alistair stepped in, mumbling, "Uh, sure, fine." No, no, not fine, if they stopped to do strange food and drink rituals then the youmeus would probably kill him. But the strange food and drink rituals were probably required before they could talk about anything. Maker's breath he hated social conventions, he never had been very good at doing them even when he did know what he was doing, and right now he certainly didn't know what he was doing. "Thanks."