[Her smile is fond, a little bit amused, and reassuring, all at once.] There’s nothing to apologise for, I promise. It’s far from the worst response I’ve gotten for being an elf.

[That would be back home, consisting mostly of a combination of being mistaken for a servant, condescended to, and hearing back-handed compliments or offensive assumptions all the bloody time...]

The Orlesians are a human nation back home. Known for their extravagance, unusual taste in fashion and a fondness for masks. [She indicates the dish with a tilt of her head and a smirk.] And that looks as though it’d be right at home at one of their banquets.