He accepted the food with a grateful grin, but took a moment to study its contents before taking a bite. The flavors were unusual, from spices he'd not encountered before. It reminded him a bit of Dornish cuisine, he decided.

"'Baa', then," he said, after swallowing that first bite. "Thank the Seven. I was half-expecting 'neigh'. Or worse, 'meow'." Then again, it would have been no worse than among the poorest wretches of King's Landing.

"In my world, once a guest partakes in a host's food and drink, the host is indebted to protect the guest. Guest right, it's called. So, I imagine whomever placed us here won't kill us, else they invoke the wrath of the gods, both old and new. Wishful thinking, naturally. But...I hold that hope."