[He's mystified at the admission she has two stomachs, but he guesses it makes sense; does she have two sets of everything else in her two torsos, as well? Though that thought is soon forgotten, as once she moves to sit, he breathes an inward sigh of relief, when part of him still expected her to turn up her nose and leave. So Claude brings the last few dishes to the table, along with a bread knife, and takes his seat opposite.]

Hmm... Maybe the skewers? If you want to sample a little of everything first, getting the bite-sized meat is easier.

[Fódlan has strict etiquette about meals (not that he ever adhered to it, much to a certain noble's outrage), but Almyran feasts are just a free-for-all, shown in how he starts piling his own plate with food. He's struck by an afterthought a second later, and lifts his wine glass in a toast.]

Oh, and-- cheers! [It's not a feast without one, right?]