[He stares at her for a moment, intensely looking beyond what appears to be her own gaze. His irises focus on her own vision, looking past the reflection they cast as his face goes expressionless..

Just before he utters something simple-minded, as if on cue.]

Christmas Festival? Starmas? Well, whatever it's called, Zelda always makes the best meat to go with the food!

[He raises a leg of a still steaming meat, looking as if the young man had plucked it straight off the coals. He waves in politely in front of the woman, letting the aroma hit her senses as if to entice her in with the scent.]

Bet you'd like a bite, huh?