Helga bowed her head before bounding off, shooting a smile back at Aidan as she left. Once she was gone, the Prince turned his attention back to Sir Lyn. "I often have a variety of foods, as there's little that the family cooks can't acquire. I forgot though that the closer you get the Lyonsvarg, the further you get from the seas. Less fish, more tough meats. Less grapes for wine, more oats for ale. I do fear my future meals for this journey will be much more boring than what I'm used to."

He looked over Lyn once more, staring her up and down. Aidan wondered if her reaction to the offering of his hand early was out of surprise rather than an intent dismissal. "You're good at cooking then? That'll be handy, as the distances between inns on the road will vary greatly. I hope you wouldn't mind having to cook such meals for me as well." he said, then gave her a playful smile.