Haughty noblewoman. That only got an arched eyebrow out of him as he ate. [i]Just you wait.[/i] He thought to himself. 

He considered he question about returning home, his attention shifting to eye the incoming clouds that would no doubt rain on the festivities here. His blue eyes darkened in response to the storm, reflecting its attitude. Like a part of her longed to remain here, so did a part of him, if only to get a chance to see the weather unfold. "If it rains, it'll put an end to the festival." He presumed. Indeed, people had begun to close their stalls at the first sound of the thunder. "Do you think that would make it more or less difficult to find a botanist willing to sell us seeds and chit chat with us about mountainous climate?" He wondered. In a hurry to finish his soup, he bent over the table, the crate creaking beneath him. 

"We could come back tomorrow." He added in suggestion. It wasn't as if this was their only chance. Hell, they could return as many times as they needed, even after Kire left, he could bring others.