[ There's a tense silence on Jericho's end at Sesyria's words, like he's considering lunging across the table to grab him by his throat, but after a moment he shifts his gaze to the other one, who's clearly trying to play peacemaker. He decides that now isn't the time to inform the room that he might just be the world's pickiest eater, instead reaching for the compote. He does like apples, after all, and Vrenille looks apologetic enough that he doesn't particularly want to make things harder.

The information that Vrenille doesn't normally bring anyone home is new to him, though he doesn't have much of an explanation for being an anomaly beyond nearly dying. ] I've never met one of your kind before. Right now I think the dog is my favorite. [ There's a pointed glance at Sesyria at that, but then he goes on as if he hadn't said anything rude. ] You have a very colorful mix of people here, and I'm grateful for the invitation.

[ This is grating in an uncomfortable way, too familiar and much too foreign all at once, but he can at least admit the food is good as he breaks open a biscuit. Some of his strength returns as he eats, and the tea has a soothing effect despite the tension that still resides in his shoulders. ] It's very different, where I come from. It's peaceful here, from what Vrenille's told me.