Kriv blinked and stared at the bowl, surprised it had been brought over without seemingly a word. His sights turned upon Jenphira as he realized her little ‘prayer’ might’ve been a spell instead. He briefly looked uncomfortable that she had read him so easily and then obeying her command, he reached for a roll from the plate. His claws easily punctured the soft bread then shifted it to slide into his bowl where it drank up the broth, making it mush and savory. Dipping his spoon to scoop up a potato and chicken chunk, he tried to stop himself from gorging himself in front of Jen. 

He watched her flirt in her usual fashion before sending the male off once more. From his taste, Kriv could easily pick out the chicken, potatoes, leek, cabbage, and various other roots piled into the dish’s flavors which satisfied his preference for savory flavor. He took a small swig of ale again, his attention split between the meal and her. He tried the roll next, chewing into the soggy bit as it disappeared down his throat and left a warm, appealing sensation. Gradually his middle stopped rumbling its protests and hardened into a content ball, much to Kriv’s relief. More and more was gone when Jen finished her thoughts over his idea, his hand reached for another roll to sop up whatever remained. 

While he chewed on it, Jen’s last comment immediately made him choke. 

He coughed and sputtered, his mind naturally dove off into a road ditch of filthy thoughts, as he smacked his chest to clear his throat. After several moments, he quickly replied. [color=orange]“Ah…, n-no I’m fine. I’m good. I promise and you don’t have to.” [/color] 

His hand scratched the back of his feathery head a bit in a common tick to hide his less than appropriate thoughts.