Shalan set her eyes on Keiro as she stepped in behind Korra. At the same time the aroma of his meal filled her nostrils and soaked her tongue with the force of a horse, leaving her nearly dazed. It had been so long since she'd last smelled home cooking. Even knowing that Keiro was cooking, Shalan was completely unprepared for what it really meant. 

When he spoke, her amber eyes shifted to him, still hazed with sleep, and she sat, politely pulling the bowl closer to her so the steam rose and teased her senses. "It smells absolutely delicious." She offered, picking up her spoon to taste it, her eyes slowly closing as she swallowed. Gods, it was even better once tasted. The scent of it didn't do justice.
Half asleep, she leaned over her bowl and ate, her eyes on the broth before her. In a matter of minutes, she'd nearly finished the bowl, and blinking, making herself straighten. "Apologies," She muttered quietly. "I'm not yet awake enough to be considered decent company." She set her spoon down and picked up a slice of bread, eyeing the butter. She'd never had butter before, but, observing Keiro, it was something you spread over bread. Timidly, she knifed a small portion onto the corner of her bread and bit into it, making a face before chewing quickly. 

Keeping the remainder of her bread dry, she looked to Keiro and Korra. "You two really live so isolated? I imagine you are capable of defending yourselves should trouble arise, but do you get lonely?" Shalan didn't want to voice her assumption that humans needed social interaction. Korra only had her father, and Keiro only had a young child. A brilliant one, granted. But didn't they need more? "How often do you get visitors?"