Her profile turns a little less proud at the question. She pulls a face.

"Can't say as I have. Clamari's squid? Why on earth would y'eat anythin' so — "

She pauses, thinking, and pantomimes squid with a wriggling of her fingers.

"Besides, the ones here are sweethearts. Dontcha wanna meet 'em?"

She raises her chin and the shadow flees from her eyes. She's all blue-eyed curiosity now, limned in sunshine. The teasing cut of her mouth hasn't changed, but it's grown a little gentler. She'll give him time to answer before she implies he's a pussy cat again.