"Thank you, I shall try them next." Hold on, did she say spaniel...?
Smiling appreciatively at Mrs. Rosemary, Marcus helps himself to a healthy bowlful of stew. The Metalflesh was trying to figure out how to delicately ask the Ogre if the omelette was made with cocker or springer, when Xerxia appeared. In answer to her question, Marcus points at the tureen filled with the delicious, purple stew. The words that manage to make it out between spoonfuls seem to carry a sense of importance not often used at a buffet table.
"Google. Berry. Stew. The. Best. Ever."
Marcus returns to blissful chewing and swallowing, after nodding in acknowledgement to his newly appointed King. Giving the warrior with Sam the once-over, Marcus glances at Brianne, then back at Sam's 'bodyguard'. He wonders if it is wise of Barkley to be putting so much trust in these relative strangers to the Freehold. The Elemental begins to ponder this a bit more, when he notices that his bowl is almost empty and his attention shifts back to Mrs. Rosemary.
"Now then, which ones are the thistlespice goujons, again?"