[ A soft deflection but a deflection all the same. It could mean that he doesn't actually have any adventures from home or that he does and he isn't particularly inclined to share them with her. Both outcomes end up with the same reaction: curiosity.

She feigns interest of the drinks all while recalling Natasha's warning not to take part of too much of the food or drink here, but what harm could come from one? They're spoiled for choice and it would be a shame to waste them. Golden eyes flicker towards him, the same amused light in them. ]

I used to attend balls back home – not fey ones, and not ones with nearly as much magic – but the essence of it is still the same. I haven't been one to a while before coming here. War isn't exactly the best backdrop for a party.

[ Gold claws curl around a crystal glass that she holds out to him, voice still light. ]

Are they common where you're from? Fey and or balls that is.