You're his other younger brother now, Jim. Of course it's his responsibility to watch out for you, especially given how much trouble your fiance can cause if he's put out. Stratos's exasperated eyeroll and the rueful nod he gives in answer to Jim's remark testifies to it.

Several of the Dunmer downstairs are doing some people-watching themselves, and the tavern is starting to fill as people come in from the fields. Jim's going to find a few people looking back at him either idly or with obvious appraisal. Their clothes are clearly of a different fashion to anything in the Empire, and around them the conversation is a mix of Dunmeric with some Cyrodillic sprinkled in. Stratos wastes no time in calling for two bowls of the risotto and mazte for them both - the latter arrives first and proves to be a mild local brew, smooth to the taste if a little heavy.

A serving girl sets their bowls in front of them a few moments later. The risotto certainly doesn't look intimidating, the rice a pale orange-red in a creamy sauce with unfamiliar spices. The kwama meat is springled through it in small chunks, a simple grey-brown meat with the texture of a crayfish but a meatier taste. Stratos has to pause and school his expression when he tastes it- he's not repulsed, exactly, he just doesn't know how he feels about it.

"I've... certainly eaten worse," he murmurs tactfully, while he tries to get over the novelty.