She slurps up a noodle after eating the meatball. It is good. The seasoning is perfect, the meat is tender and also seasoned well.

"I can't say I'd be good company at any of their dinners." She replies after finishing another bite, but then she puts her fork down. "I guess I don't really know much about that society, but I cannot really be good company around someone who would leave you feeling as you did when you first arrived."

Perhaps this isn't the time for this talk, but she'll make it up to him later.