Chuckling softly at the wimple-focused conversation, Ben found it amusing to simply witness his companions interact among each other without intervening. However, his amusement was quickly dulled by the aching fatigue that roared throughout his body; an afternoon of hasty jogging and borderline hiking had taken their toll on him. Arching his back somewhat as their group came to a stop outside the tavern, Ben also heeded the rumbling growls of his empty stomach, and he pondered on what sort of cuisine awaited them within the establishment.
"What food would you suggest to a bunch of foreigners like us, Sers?" The young man inquired as he rolled his tense shoulders, thrusting his chin towards the tavern's entrance. "I reckon food here is much... different, simpler perhaps? I never had a chance to try out medieval dining back home, not that such a thing would probably be very popular in the South, I don't think..."