Green eyes flicked over Ianthe speculatively. Likely too young to be a queen, but, she couldn't make it make sense for a princess to be allowing villagefolk to beat her. Lady in waiting perhaps? Baroness? Of course she would end up approaching the only royalty nearby - like a moth to the damn flame.

"Well, you can be guaranteed of one thing. I have never been called dull or boring." A cheeky wink accompanied the proclamation.

But, oh, how the scents drifted past her nose and made her mouth water. "Yes. But--" Her stomach rumbled impatiently. "Is this one of those 'if you eat this, we own you' nonsenses?"