Kire’s  face cringed for a moment. “Yes, I’ve been on boats, small and big. By now I’ve been in them often enough that I should be less seasick, but—eh. My sea legs are still shaky.” She watched the curiosity and enthusiasm in his eyes fade at the mention of Ziad, and despite whatever annoyance she felt towards him, the moment was disheartening to see. "Fresh fish is quite good," she commented, hoping to at least momentarily distract him from the memory of the ruins, "but it depends on the quality. There are places that eat fish raw, seasoned with just vinegar or pickled ginger. I've never tried, though." 

She watched his hesitating pace over the walkway, making sure he wasn’t going to trip. She smirked at his question, turning her attention to the warehouse ahead. “That’s the whole point. You eat your fill because you can afford to do so now. It’s not like we consume every root and grain until there’s nothing left; we set aside what we will need in the future, then we take advantage of the extra bounty. We have guests, we share our crop with our neighbors, we thank the powers-that-be. We know what scarcity looks like; by mid-autumn we would have been prepared for the harder winter months. So, large festivals usually happen during the warmer seasons.” 

Up ahead, she saw the gruff man cut them off, and her stern look returned, prepared for resistance. She hadn’t expected Cordon to be warm and welcoming at all, despite the liveliness they had just observed. Kire frowned at the man as he and Ruli spoke, then smirked when he showed interest in her sword. “My lord wants to see my blade?” she asked, before she unsheathed it, the tip pointed at the man’s unruly beard. “Do you like it?” she said, smirk gone. “You could perhaps tell it is [i]very[/i] well made, and I won’t trade it even for the whole of your warehouse with your mother thrown in with it. Now, if you would [i]kindly[/i] be open to other offers, I will settle for some lumber for this, instead.” Her other hand fished out one of the coins she had kept close with her. “I’m sure you and my associate here would be able to strike a good deal without loss of limb, yes?” She tickled the beard with the point of her sword as she spoke.