[Avery just sort of grunts in acknowledgement, and then a moment of awkward silence passes at the fun train of thought that follows there.]

Don't mind having the docks and markets so close though. Lots of fresh to go in the pot.

[The change of topic is very deliberate and probably pretty obviously so. Subtlety is not her strong suit.]

You're of the Marches, eh? Any local dishes I'm not allowed to miss?