[If Beat is headed to the inn, Josh will follow. After all, there is now the promise of food. Possibly entertainment. Though, honestly, if Beat does a well enough job, that's all the entertainment he'll need.

He's right with Beat conversationally, right up until that one word that makes him stop in his tracks. Boobie...lays? Boobielays??? What does that mean--]

I'm sorry, what--

[But he's cut off by Beat's attempt to correct. Boozy. Bayleafs. His mind sets to work trying to decipher this... strange language, brow furrowed and eyes lowered. What in the world is...

But then he makes the connection. "Boobielays". Fish from the river. Seafood. Beat is trying to say--

Josh snorts. He can't help himself. But rather than a "wow you said that so horribly wrong" snobby sort of snort, it's... a laugh. The ridiculousness of it has bled through to the point that it's just funny. My goodness. Boobielays?]

Bouillabaisse. Which there are certainly no boobies in, yes.

[Wow. Immediate mood improvement? It's a miracle. There's even a sparkle in his eye.]

Didn't know you knew how to make something that fancy, let alone know what it is. Very impressive.