The young man makes a valid point. The airship is nothing if not extravagant, a stark contrast to the ones she's seen before. Garlemald values efficiency--no servants, magickal or not, would serve tea and treats on one of their airships, Yotsuyu knew.

"Mayhap they want us to work for them, then." That idea doesn't seem to suit her any better than her paranoid poisoning one did, though. She stirs her pudding into a mess, but eats it in the end, with dainty spoonfuls.

Yotsuyu sighs, then. "Nor did I, but I suppose that it is a comfort that we have." She isn't about to go plate for plate with him, however. His metabolism might be able to handle it, but Yotsuyu simply doesn't want to have to deal with the necessity of burning all those extra calories off, later!