[He smiles, and nods. Most people from Fódlan would probably be fascinated by the fruit too, so he can't blame her for the reaction.]

Yeah, it's from a fruit called a pomegranate. It's a red fruit, about this big, [he gestures to indicate about the size of an apple,] and when you open it up once it's ripe, it's full of these seeds. Kind of a messy process, but they're so tasty, it's worth the effort.

[He tries some of the rice himself, using a spoon instead of his hands, as a demonstration for how to eat it. After a pause and a swallow, he nods his approval.]

Ahh, yeah. It needs work, but that's the taste of home I remember.