[ Meliorn's eyes are normally quite sharp - though he supposes between the mud and the smoke and calamity, it's easy enough not to notice someone. It doesn't mean he's not kicking himself over it. Instead, he focuses his gaze to the other's hands. There's a graceful way he does it, even if it's simply turning meat into the coals. It's elegant.

In a strange way, the Seelie almost finds himself jealous. ]

I arrived just before we headed into that mission. It was... [ He pauses, trying to think of the correct diplomatic word. ] Undesirable, despite being used to battle at home.

[ but enough of that. ] You seem to be quite at ease when it comes to grilling.