Felix would have to agree with that. After all, any occasion the general has to dance is an occasion that involves hobnobbing. And speeches. Rumor has it Tullius tends to foist them off on the junior-most officer in range so he can get back to glowering at his maps.

"Naturally." He has a cheerful smirk in response to her enthusiasm, even if he misunderstands her reasons. He's just pleased to have hit on an idea she likes, and that she's enjoying his company. "So we'll work our way down the menu next time. That should give me time to find out what some of these words mean."