She couldn’t help but let out a dainty but rather unlady-like snort at his complement. Of course they enjoyed their travels - they were amongst women, men and could indulge in their deepest hedonist pursuits - something Sybella had never been able to quite capture. Her eyes flickered over the crowd as she nodded.

“Yes, everyone’s cook has the best recipe no matter what you’ve tasted. I’m sure you ran into countless hosts whose cook had the best polenta, or risotto.” She’d tasted so many ‘original dishes’ in her childhood, she’d lost track. “And Lord knows we are not short on history you can find there. Did you have a favorite site you saw?”