[@Marmalised Junk]

Noticing the glance at the pastries as she spoke, but he wouldn't say anything to instead respond to her words. "[color=goldenrod]Fair enough. A performer? Well that's a nice to live, able to travel and see things. I couldn't perform myself but I've always enjoyed such practices.[/color]"

Chuckling as he notices her going for the pasties, which he actually pushed closer to her so she knows he left them out so she can have some. But in the process he'd snag another himself to nip at as they spoke. "[color=goldenrod]Go ahead, I have a pouch full of them. But after that I'll either have to see if this fine establishment can make them or I'll have to wait until I go back to where I came from to get more.[/color]"

His words coming forth before her own, though her final words on the matter would have him leaning forward as he looks away. Hard to know what to say in a situation like this but he'd try regardless. "[color=goldenrod]Well I bet you'll see them again, talk to them and all. But then again they are probably still where you came from, so all you have to do is find your way back. If you do belong to the Faeworld, then I could try to contact that fae raised lad and see if he could help you reach it? After all it is a whole different place entirely.[/color]" Looking to her with those words with a soft and considerate smile.