"There will be plenty of meals you can fetch when we're back on the road, if you want to." His reassurance is jocular. There are no attendants here, they're all of one, unknown rank. Seeing the etiquette of different worlds overlapping is entertaining, at least.

But even thinking that, he still takes the offered precedence; he reaches for a different piece of fish, catches it between his fingers, and then picks up one of the fruits in his palm. Those will do for now. "This is plenty, Kouri, thank you."