She chuckled softly and offered him another sweet smile. "I am hardly an expert regardless, my friend." So he could tell her it was good and even if it tasted terrible she would still trust his judgement. Clearly he knew a thing or two she did not.

Lioriley propped her elbows on the table, laced her fingers together, and rested her cheek atop them; watching Astarion as he made small talk and gathered their drinks. Such a handsome man he was - gentlemanly, too, and exceptionally charming. She was glad that he had decided to come with her.

"Thank you." She said, taking a sip from her glass. To his question, she shook her head. "Alas, I am not. I am sorry I must make you explain nearly everything to me." She did like hearing him talk though.